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~Points of Reference~A dear friend said hinge philosophy, dead presidents, live
chickens. Guess who’s coming and to dinner, the highway between wars strewn
with bodies and lies. ~WordWulf~
http://WORDWULF.com/FORETIME ~Quote: “I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds
of things that lie buried deep in my heart.” ~Anne Frank~
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~Those Without Graves~I stood
open witness, his one-man parade, tartan kilt, regal attire, pipes slung over
his shoulder, moaning, set the morning afire. ~WordWulf~
http://WORDWULF.com/POETRY ~Trees~Tympani of armor~whisper
leaves click~roots of dawn~dinosaurs and ants devour us~give birth to our children~god-brain
consciousness~chaos~catastrophe~stasis~reduced mobility~ ~WordWulf~
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~Writer’s Block~Buddy Kat won’t let me get any writing done so, as you can see,
he has made himself the subject. ~WordWulf~
http://WORDWULF.com/QUODLIBET ~XI: Flesh and Blood~Wings upon his
tongue fly into me, eyes closed in a purple longing that he might bruise my
skin anywise, whip this flesh and spirit spent, dead-on blood, my lips.
~WordWulf~
http://WORDWULF.com/SONGS ~For Madmen Only~I finished reading The Steppenwulf by Herman Hesse one afternoon before band
rehearsal. The guitar men started doing what they do and I went out of my mind,
perfect.~
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~Qua IV: Decadence Buys~ death, a combination, condemnation as proof of guilt
and be damned, it is true when one looks like one did it. ~WordWulf~
http://WORDWULF.com/SONGS ~Sometimes I
Feel~There’s a ride I missed~a few I shouldn’t have taken~Yeah, my heart has
sung~It’s been on the wrong side of breakin’~
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~Qua III: Wiggle Your Ears~She is ready, willing to earn her uptown shoes,
lying on her back, new to the game, time will teach her more than players ever
knew. ~WordWulf~
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~Qua II: Brought to You by~Downtown diddler, my, how you fly in the sultan’s
soup. Dark knight dreams, oozing, wearing slaves’ swarthy, sweating skin, tusk die, mastodon.
~WordWulf~
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~Into Black~I may tell a little
lie to the night, I may cry a cup of tears, yes, I might. I may be sad but
don’t you worry, there are times we have had They’re the best I ever knew and I
may yet tip a cup with you. ~WordWulf~
Tom Sterner is a writer. He lives in Redding, California and Arvada, Colorado with wife Kathy. He has been published in numerous magazines and on the internet, including Howling Dog Press/Omega, Skyline Literary Review, The Storyteller, and Flashquake. His internet pseudonym is WordWulf. A native of Colorado and proud father of five children and a stepdaughter, he also writes lyrics, sings and composes music with his sons. He is winner of the Marija Cerjak Award for Avant-Garde/Experimental Writing and was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2006 and 2008. Published work includes two novels, Madman Chronicles: The Warrior and Momma’s Rain.