I’ve spent so many hours thinking about why I love you So many lines and poems But no poem is ever right I won’t ever get you rig...
Monday, February 13, 2017
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Beginning
Future hands it to me from behind the counter. It is another sealed envelope. “This is it”, he says. “This is the end.” “But I tho...
Monday, July 11, 2016
Alibi
Suddenly, I always had a reason, an excuse. It was a cover story, my little song and dance. I could get out of almost any quandary, the ...
Monday, May 23, 2016
Santa Claus
Every few weeks I find myself sitting in my room feeling sort of weird. I feel fidgety and brain-dead at the same time. I'll lie on ...
Thursday, March 24, 2016
How I Know
His eyes are so hard. His features always seem to be pulled slightly towards his hairline. Tight. Wax figure-like. Starring at nothing ...
Saturday, November 7, 2015
A Letter to Poetry
It’s been so long, my friend. I really don’t want you to feel like I’m a user. I’m not one of those friends that only calls whe...
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