The Fractal Journal
Integrative Analysis
Tag: Sentiment
Soil – A Poetic Notion
Death is my Religion Death is my sacred Mother Death is the vehicle by which my soul traverses the heavens She is no macabre fancy But a perfumed blossom When I was a boy I dreamed of a rotting woman in an upper room…
Little Care (Poem)
Trading tales Out there Where all else fails Little care She rests her head On a shoulder That’s long dead Yeah she’s growing older But still in circles She wheels The wreck through cycles Bursts seals dance jigs and reels Golden red Sweet neck…
Great Heart (Poem)
If you help somebody It’s an accident Cause the world is bloody Never learn from precedent It pulses and beats In hollers and heats Life flows down streets Aorta greets Whatever passes ‘long Takes it through Circulation washes right or wrong You were there…
A Defense of Journalism
There is some salty language briefly. It is included because it is how some people talk. Skip it if you’re offended. There’s lots of content here. Don’t Be Defensive I’m always going to remember sitting in my techie friends small office bedroom, on the…
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