Tuesday, January 19, 2010


By John Ogden

I am not like them
When I speak the words,
Thrust hands into the night
Stir the energies of rituals
Whip the heavens into a fervor,
There is nothing

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John Ogden was conceived of a government form and a passing mailbox. He lives somewhere out in the woods of a rural land more akin to the fantasy realms of literature than real life, and his favorite dirt bikes will always be the broken ones.


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