Shaun Stokes
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College grad -- Literature and French major. Poet. Young writer trying to fulfill his passions. Onward?
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On Leaving Home
memories glide through mind space,feelings resurface in the heart, andrapture happens each time you see a stain. The home cooked meals, prepared by a queen,are tasted with new relish; the best meals I’ve ever had.sour bile rises after I’m done — I become bulimic,anorexic to small degrees, preparing my body forinevitable emptiness. I gain 10 pounds. I feel sick about this.maybe it’s the beer I drink every night —I don’t remember a night I haven’t drank in the last month.This is troubling; how will I manage when I’m alone?will I drink till I vomit; will Idiscover sobriety away from familial pressureswill i cry in the night because it’s too hard to get up each morningI’m prepared to live a minimalist lifestyle, preparedto go vegan, or maybe just vegetarianprepared to share a single room with another man (neither homosexual) and read at a table without having to get up out offear of beingseen each time someone returns home.
By Shaun Stokes8 years ago in Poets
Blurred and Buffered
Vague photos and still frames: framed and framing, blurred and buffering; and we see it all in snapshots, brushed together touched and tampered with to make a whole — weunderstand the picture in context, we underscore necessity to our life and relate to textual compromise.
By Shaun Stokes8 years ago in Poets
