Monthly Archives: August 2013

your faith has got to be greater than your fear

Posted on 08/27/2013 by alexbkowalski

K –  There are several issues within this imperfect mind that I’ve been dealing with for quite a while.  I haven’t been up front with you about them.  I am guilty.  I owed you something precious to me, something I … Continue reading →

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where was i?

Posted on 08/26/2013 by alexbkowalski

I certainly wasn’t here.  Nope! I was watching a documentary about Elmo.  Organizing the disaster of my parents warehouse.  Pushing my pudgy body to run a mile.  Truly I am wishing I were sprinting toward some foreseeable future. I don’t … Continue reading →

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evolution? sequence one, out of darkness

Posted on 08/23/2013 by alexbkowalski

I feel unhinged. Dislocated, removed, and barricaded from something terrible. There is a shield, subconsciously constructed, unknowingly maintained. It, or they, or what — the composition of it?  I have not a clue.   I am also cooking vegetable soup … Continue reading →

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love birds, a short story about my girlfriend and i as birds

Posted on 08/13/2013 by alexbkowalski

Once upon a time, there were two birdies. One was named Tate.  The other was named Wex. From their nests and their tree, they fell in love.  Before long they were completely crazy.  They didn’t mind.  They loved everything about … Continue reading →

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that sterilized feeling

Posted on 08/04/2013 by alexbkowalski

i went in my room at a quarter to one in the afternoon and sat at my desk trying to remember what i would feign interest in for the rest of the day.   it’s one of those days. it’s … Continue reading →

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the forgotten, a short thought on the rest of us below the ground

Posted on 08/01/2013 by alexbkowalski

The fallen, the broken, the misunderstood, the unappreciated, the swept-aside; the weathered, the beaten, the scarred; working underground, toiling under foundations of power, known yet unaccounted for; working in the undercrofts of all that is comfortable and luxurious; innovation shines, … Continue reading →

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