Chris Pavlik

Weekend worries
Grand entrance
Sort of a festive spirit, of sorts
Something's broken inside
Life and limb
Old stories sung in a quiet voice
A slow and steady descent
The same path can lead to a lot of different places
It doesn't even pretend to make sense but you know that it's true
Something to build on
Onward and upward and again and again
And the children know
Rome sure falls slowly
Not every message from above is divine
Another either/or
Disaster awaits even our worst nature
Ill wind blowing
It doesn't help that we saw it coming
It makes you wonder what's going on in there
Neighborhood Bully
No way not to now
Practice, practice, practice
A slow crawl
Every burning bush tells a story
A bad neighbor to the east
It couldn't have happened before, it must have been after
The size of a rectangle
All things in moderation
The rabble and their rubble
The shape of its absence
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  • Hard Work and Wealth
  • It All Collapses
  • Where the spirit moves
  • The Good Doctors
  • Swamp Songs
  • The Last Hundred Years
  • Storytime
  • Sticks and Stones
  • CV
  • Contact

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