The First Night of Fall

By Christopher Longoria

Hear me this night
for this night i will be delivered
into the hands of a peaceful solitude.

A silent surrender
before a city’s chaos
and body politic
that in its rush to finish forgets
there is no end.

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Posted by The Better Blog on 12/07 at 11:31 PM
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just a bit

By Christopher Longoria

hard to explain where i am.  many places, many faces at once.  pace of life observerved in footnotes, felt completely in the blood level.  with the thinker’s eye i stomp grounds clearing space for those i keep safe.  some would say this is all nonsense, all uncalculated words, for fear that the strange connection of splattered thought may actually have meaning and illustrate captures of life only a voodoo man like myself has strength of soul to witness.  i exist in babylon.  allowing myself to be confused to better understand the beast i feed from and ultimately must drive an ambivalent stake through. 

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Posted by The Better Blog on 06/14 at 02:37 PM
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September

By Christopher Longoria

between homes.  at home and left home.  rode into a rushing world after throwing badges down in the dirt and dusting off old ones. watched the people’s faces at home.  the years slowly chiseled into their timeless expressions.  it is peaceful there, though pain does not elude us.  my feet dug into sand as the water drew out to the gulf, as if the land itself wrapped around my ankles commanding me to stay.  i dissolved in the stark orange sunset and remember my home is love.  an endless gush of warmth.  old friends remain friends, old roads lead to the same places, old memories recalled in stories told with a sepia voice.  brown is red and much of the food is yellow and light orange.  and i am full in every way that makes me a human being. 

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Posted by The Better Blog on 06/07 at 12:15 AM
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