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WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT

FAIR CONTROL My psych understood I was after “fair control,” Understand my pain will never get better. Not ever, only intensity changes. Broken up prose like this might get to be a poem but now I am waiting for four pm and my next flight of meds.I’m in wine valley, though no more for me

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VICTOR’S MANY BEAN SALAD

I thought this was already posted on my site, but apparently not. Here it is today. I’ve also had good responses to my pear salad and my potato and egg salad.  RECIPE Ready in 20 minutes Serves 4 – 8 people Ingredients 1 red onion 1-2 cans red kidney beans 1 can white kidney beans

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MANIFESTOS

BREATHE Breathe. Deeply, hold it for three beats, exhale. Repeat. Three times. Breathing we all learned in choir, and when I was taking trumpet lessons, I was told how to stand properly and draw my breath from my balls. He was a Canadian Forces band leader. Our Mennonite choir director had more acceptable words for

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Coming Apart 141

Remember when we say we can never step into the same river twice we acknowledge neither the river or ourselves, are the same changing every moment of every day.  My brain has come, is coming, will come apart any moment since I was poisoned by an “addictionist” last July 19. I know, I say, our

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BELIEVE IN HUMANS EVEN IF IT’S HARDER

A SUCCESSFUL ATHEIST You have a Mennonite sounding last name. How is it possible to believe in nothing after every hymn you’ve sung verses you have memorised,  your father’s sermons; Bible stories you have heard religious paintings you have seen and seated yourself at St. Augustine’s desk  + under Menno’s  hat. (Thanks Murray Toews)  History says anything

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SHOOTING HIS CUFFS

WATCH   he has seen others do it for over a year or more do it turn their well-turned cuffs and close their hands over the buttons cufflinks, hear that hard not-to-hear hand-cuffs as you now see his partner across the table raise her brows asking if she can, no, may help him he drops

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FALSE START 1 ish

This is the official Look show reading. But not the book the book comes after, hope burns. Name calling has already begun in my brain. Pompus piloty pig. No This is the official reading for the Look show! Sounds better already doesn’t it. That’s another show I’m on about it’s called Listen Here which is formally

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THIS IS THE INTRODUCTION

IMG_1118 Video Director and Camera by Jayden Ryga Written and Produced by Victor (I’m # U) Enns   WHERE DOES IT HURT? My stomach hurts, usually where I put my finger in this picture. The internal bleeding has stopped. I suspect a small bleeding ulcer developed by my anxieties preparing for the opening of the

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Being and Nonbeing

I am, he thought, putting down his pen. His son brought him his pants hanging by their suspenders on a peg by the door. _Wear these, Poppa. You’ll be less conspicuous. His underpants were red, his over pants were the colour of the sky in May, gray. It was raining. _Never mind, he said closing

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HOLDING ON

READING A BOOK When I think I’m dying buying a new book is a commitment, only half-hearted since I downloaded it instantly for my e-reader and not for my own library shelf waiting for a diagnosis waiting for a prognosis sounds like (tug your ear) punch in the proboscis bury me not with any Bibles

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