You come to on the shoulder of I-95 ( Read more... )

The world where the good reveals ( Read more... )

We climbed the spine of the sky
up into the arrival of night. It was
shaded gray to black, as one would
expect, and the spine was the color of earth.

It has been a long hospital year. It is slow
going, but it is going. Keep looking in ( Read more... )

4 East to Downtown
The human angels would roll you ( Read more... )

You come to me in dreams good god you do. Pawing and snuffling beside my ear, leaning in breathily, close at the back of my head. I never see more than the suggestion of your thin pressed-together lips, and there are thick secret tears choking someone's throat, not sure whose. You say give up not good enough, lay down and stay down and it would ( Read more... )

Whiskey and dxm good god I can't imagine. He said when I'm not spiritually fit you find me in the corner smoking crack and drinking Jack. My agony is barely contained. It's 730 am and the boys are having breakfast but I'm not allowed to see them. It's easier to be philosophical while travelling downhill. This long slow climb's where all the ( Read more... )

It seems to be nostalgia for familiar fear and pain. This ( Read more... )

And the sound of her name
sends a permanent shiver
down my spine
down my spine
down my spine
down my spine.

GravityHow did this happen. How did I do this, I mean. You ( Read more... )

What they do knowIt's 12:56 on a Saturday night in July I realize all the ( Read more... )