the first time my father shaved ( Read more... )

uncrumple your faces ( Read more... )

this is the first poem in my next book, due out in march. the book is to be called: drunken angels sing the same sad songs ( Read more... )

i take the back roads ( Read more... )

i come in ( Read more... )

NO MONKEY BUSINESS ( Read more... )

i want to return now ( Read more... )

i have seen so many of these lives ( Read more... )

it was early in the day, as far as most are concerned. too early for a young man. the bus was on time and i boarded alone after enough time at the stop to smoke a cigarette and daydream a little. nothing really great or beautiful, in fact i don't even know what it was i dreaming of. i asked the bus driver how far he goes downtown on a dollar-thirty ( Read more... )

hello sir, my name is michael franklin. i don't really know how to address you. sir? mr. snyder? gary? no, i do believe sir is best, informal yet respectful. at any rate, sir, i am writing you this short message to say thank you ( Read more... )