The Art of Tetman Callis

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August 22nd, 2013 · 2 Comments

Boys gone wilding in the night have torn these branches down. Beat each other bloody with the splintered ends. Beat their girls, their lovers and their children. Broken bones, bruises, contusions, lacerations, punctures, abrasions.  Branches litter the breakwater. Leaves surf the waves.  The lake is churning this morning, waters muddy. Share this…FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinemailPrint

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Did I quit smoking, or did smoking quit me?

August 22nd, 2013 · No Comments

“When our vices leave us we flatter ourselves with the idea we have left them.” – Francois Duc De La Rochefoucauld, Reflections (trans. Bund & Friswell) Share this…FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinemailPrint

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