Though the big green lawns are forever sniffed and loved by my person.
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About Me
- Creed J Shepard
- Xela (Quetzaltenango), Guatemala City, Guatemala
- A Heteroline is a poem in which no two adjacent lines or stanzas share a line or sentence. While not a connoisseur of forms or even a wet foot for the Heteroline...felt that it best represented an impulse that motivates one or more of my possible life projects. There is a love with difference and seeking out difference which implicates a fundamental belief that the human being is a super malleable and, to some extent, even groundless substance. But every human interlocutor demanding one's mental and physical attention imposes a need for a single, discrete and discriminate subject-object of identification. There is no way to get around it. This is only an aesthetic and not existential tragedy. …there is just a hankering to get my old way of being back. Before I almost died one time and before I became so politically active. Some space will suffice for now. Short of explaining the way The headless chicken's shoulders prance like a dandy grinder whose gears move to a Max Roach Drum solo, until it makes the riquezmo sangre i could not give it to you any better.
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