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-O’man, an Omen-

I packed my bags
I found what I’m here for.
The sign that said “stay on the path” is painted over.
I took it as an omen so bad
but really it’s the blessing I’m here for.
You don’t seek the skin of the apple when you’ve already reached the core.

Archer’s hands are calloused and tree-like.
They stretch to the limit then produce something fruit-like. They bend to the bend and create something straight;
Expectations are something to be crashed in order to create.


Like Soldiers lined up for birthday parties
Older doesn’t necessarily mean death day lobbies
What once was mud is now gold pottery, to be melted down again
in the blacksmiths hands.
What once was love is now
a social lottery, to be won again
despite unequipped hands.
Reluctantly realized credentials
must be foremost because
Perfectly protected potentials
Are still called “almost’s”.

A man once asked if he could show me the words that got him his wife & whiskey.
I laughed and he laughed as he put on his glasses and read to me:

"We will bathe in gardens and drown in their scents.
I will marry your laugh and have you home by ten
Or a little later solely because it’s dangerous.
Call me a rabbit, but I still hop along in confidence..
I would write letters to everyone trying to describe your eyes
But both ink & time would run out of supply before I could help them even fathom those eyes”

He folded the letter
He nervously laughed
His breathing slowed as he controlled a collapse
Then says,
“She was a whole and I was a whole. Happiness is watching each other grow. If you find love don’t let it go - let it fill you and overflow. She’s here with me, she’s behind you smiling, she winces at burnt dinners I make myself to eat, she’s no longer lost but without her I’m no longer found, her heart lays in my heart even though she’s sleeping in the ground..
Look, this thing called love cannot be proven and I’m no converter but this thing called loved cannot be ruined so just be a man and prove it to her.”

What once was mud is now gold pottery, to be melted down again
into the blacksmiths hands.
What once was chance is now
a personal lottery, but to be loved again is in your hands.

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It’s been a year but I’ll be back and better than ever in Denver

It’s been a year but I’ll be back and better than ever in Denver

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my girl Cara killinz it.

my girl Cara killinz it.

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The most loving women are the women who will test you the most. She wants you to be your fullest, most magnificent self. She won’t settle for anything less. She knows it is true of you. She knows in your deepest heart you are free, you are Shiva. Anything less than that she will torment. And, as you know, she’s quite good at it.
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 Chromatic Typewriter Prints

Tyree Callahan has recycled (or upcycled, perhaps) a classic 1937 Underwood typewriter by replacing letters with sponges soaked across the spectrum with bright yellows, reds, blues and combinations thereof.

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