about picking up smoking and leaving the butts in a bucket outside, around back. Collect slow and sure like a … More
Those terrible dreams about you have stopped—miraculously—since I started writing more about you. Funny to think of it like that, … More
Why do we worship what does not love us? So quick to make married couples our masters, martyr ourselves for … More
Moments with you, still and silent. Cries outward from wounds inward. Baffled by your burden; unable to grasp your love … More
Frank approaches me pushing a rattling shopping cart containing a broken television, crumpled tarp, and grocery bags filled with junk. … More
True, it will likely take years to actually harness what we deem suitable, pleasing in any honest sense of those … More
Hindsight is not twenty-twenty if you are blind. —N.A.