Author Archives: Michael Robinson

About Michael Robinson

An eclectic person living in a world rife with binaries, opposition, anger and pain and trying to find the spectra, love, happiness and catharsis within.

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Sometimes I soak in the unhappy truth that the world is simple in its complexity. That mad scientist rant isn’t just an ideal it’s the truth we never encounter. So on purpose, I lay in the pool that sparkles making connections between this and … Continue reading

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Guest Post

Hey Y’all, I wrote a guest post for my friend’s blog at Poly.Land, and thought you may be interested. It’s kinda a followup to Feeling Single Sucks from October. Click through and enjoy!   Today’s piece is a guest blog … Continue reading

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I’ve been listening to Kesha today. The new album that came out? It’s really good. I love it. Please buy it. Please love it. Is this still a poem?

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In the dark creeps a bogeyman who sings, like the rest, of the midnight moonglare on its hidden bogeynest. He howls and he screeches till the children lie awake then they tremble as he reaches fingers slithering like snakes. His … Continue reading

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One to one or ten to ten. Does nuance count or in the end would we rather a shorthand that becomes prescriptive and hide from ourselves instead of knowing? Do you choose binary or trinary or quaternary or quinary Know … Continue reading

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Lips to eyelids mouth to stars. Mind to darkness touch enwrapped. Sleep to brainstem dreams to dreams. Wake to nothing n o t h i n g.

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When I lay under you I never have to move because it is sooth- ing being inside you if I never ate again I would be fine with that, dearest friend because you leave me feeling full and I’m able … Continue reading

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If I ate my own fingers To spite the hand that feeds me What would it even mean? Drinking alcohol and cyanide To hide a bitter Rhea-tide At an altar, cold wet and white I greet my new gods and … Continue reading

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I was f i l t h y once but I never forgave me. Into the dumpster I go.

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If ships sailed on lips instead of seas I would know if I ended at your skinned dock to flutter in the breeze

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