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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