Friday, November 5, 2010


By John Ogden

We drink the black blood of the quickening tree.
With the quickening, the mind lifts
The teeth are stained
As the soul is stained
With awareness
With early-gathered knowledge.

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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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