Tag Archives: Personal
Having Recently Arisen From My Ashes, I Still Looked Ashen
The BEAST of intimacy
Never so NAKED as when STRIPPED of all illusion
Not good enough to sell out
I’ve tried being AUTHENTIC, but it just wasn’t me
When it comes to quips, I come well-equipped
August Evening ’73 (Supposed)
Poem written by Ned Buratovich on January 5, 1974 about expectations leading to tense confrontation one August evening in 1973. Audio of Ned’s reading recorded in 2004.
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