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Tag Archives: The Mountain Goats

one hundred and ninety four degrees: ‘fuel for the sodium flares…’

Broom People ~ The Mountain Goats Within, the smallest. Of small, seemingly. Insignificant, things. A whole, universe. Alive. But often, missed. Blind eyes, busy. Chasing, the next. Big, deal. While … Continue reading

April 12, 2013 · 4 Comments

one hundred and eight degrees: ‘when it all went wrong…’

Love Love Love ~ The Mountain Goats solid pain, like an asp. forked tongue, licks. down my back, and curls. in my stomach, to sleep. a reptilian, nightmare. nausea rolls, … Continue reading

January 16, 2013 · 12 Comments