i’m writing this to you my friend because the last time i said goodb… it was passive i thought for sure we would be
in the name of what whispers we sing softly the final song of the end of the w… as a lullaby to each other and minor melodies pass over our l…
there is a man i have never met too often on my thoughts a woman for whose thoughts i have had to c… against other men
i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without
the friction ridges on his fingers are different than most where there are usually arches there are the shapes of broken hea… and laughing faces
i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
the first line wrapped itself arou… a quickly tightened noose to take his breath away a second stanza slashed down his w… like a cold razor blade of verse
everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…
when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly
sparks fly when you put a couple forks in the microwave too
as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…
Eclipse was the illegitimate daugh… of the moon and the sun beautiful and frightening shining and dark all at once
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
THE ARTIST constantly trying to get somewhere he