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FEATURED: The Red Face of a Bāla
The Red Face of a Bāla I was sitting in a chair beside a spring evening gray sky rain drops fire in the woodstove I was thinking and reading and drinking and smoking a joint dreamily drifting through visions of…
William J Mullen
Novelist, freak poet, commentary
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Superposition
I write between the day and night, early, when the ether is thin and permeable and laughing spirits play with your thoughts When the ether is thin spontaneous words flow out of a heart of coal onto electronic parchment When…
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In a Perfect Circle
I thought to myself today, going about my duties of the emergent spring, that the only thing actually negative in my life, were the words…
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In the Shadow of Saturn
On a northcountry morning with fresh snow on not-yet-green earth I had lay in state Waiting for the light of day to say something to…
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Just Be
I am a journeyman And Am at times scoundrel I am misunderstood by some humans, revered by cats, and mistrusted by mosquitoes I walk on…
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White-throated Thrush
An evening ritual song rising from thicket to sky and to my ear All sound is frequency and, vibration Tiny little arrows of energy vibrating through space time imperceptible impeccable untouchable And, if yoo’ze didn’t know, all light is photons…
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Conversations With the Dead in the Lowcoutry
Originally published by Monadnock Underground – monadnockunderground.com “We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to…
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Thanksgiving from the Seventies, Football, and Banking Gold
I can remember those Thanksgiving days, back in the seventies and early eighties in our neighborhood in Sandy Hook, CT. Yes, that Sandy Hook. in…
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Calamari in the Orange Grove
Originally run in Monadnock Underground – here April 1, 2019 Somewhere on a side road in Central Florida It had been raining in Florida. The…
William J Mullen 