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Poetry, with a Sci-Fi flare! I write poetry in a primal-rage. For me a poem is about unlocking my inner core, in the moment of what the Old Celts deemed ríastrad – the warp-spasm. For me, this is when I'm at my rawest, and therefore truest self. What you shall read on these pages is meant to be rough, frayed a bit at the edges. Please enjoy. Rodney C. Johnson April 17, 2011
Sebastian liked to think of himself as the very image of perfection... Just a perfection with a very bad job. He spends his weekends at the flower shop, noticing that everyday there is a very... peculiar young woman pacing outside the shop. He, being the logical boy he is, ignores her and goes on with his perfect life. But, after accidentally asking her out for coffee, he finds himself slowly interested in the girl. In hindsight, he really should have continued just ignoring her.