

Jack Cross
MENTORS AND MASTERS-
AYA
I have slept, slumbering, yawning, and dreamt beautiful dreams. I have swallowed my own tears while salt parched lips, desert dry, cracking, crumbling, feared the…
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The Fat Lady
I dance with my Mother beneath the blue flame of Her skin silently begging not to be born again, and She laughs, and She sings, and…
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Welcome to the Polemics of Jack
These are the ashes of an extra-ordinary Journey, inward, in Word. ​The Polemics, as I lovingly refer to my writings, are intended to be a collection of short articles, art-i-facts, journey notes, diagrams,…
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ICARUS ABORT
In the M-iddle, at the bottom of the ‘U,’ of yo-U, between the ‘M’ and the ‘N’ in the ‘MUN’ of Com-MUN-ion, when and where the ‘I’ is M-i-N-i-M-ised, at the bottom of a c-U-p, a c-U-pel, a cr-U-cible, the Holy Grail.
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The Polemics of Jack Intro
​The Polemics, as I lovingly refer to my writings, are intended to be a collection of short articles, art-i-facts, journey notes, diagrams, ecstatic poetry, slights-of-hand…
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