dying of cancer saying her prayers they came to bathe her she asked if would hold her Rosary… “of course”
thoughts on the police not that they are the bad guys they just work for them
at odds with the sky I have rid myself of every feather and with my beak i have chewed off… of my wings if i am to see my dreams die
early this morning fresh was the only way we could imagine ourselves soft to the teeth
desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst
going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach
i don’t believe anything i read unless it’s a poem
what she says has gravity a truth that pulls you closer to t… brings your feet to meet the earth… in your own shoes and see that the toe is starting t…
slippery bars make it hard to hold… captive against your will always lathered in the sweat of es… you elude any sentence
Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure
the fast foot of gloom quick through labyrinths of joy always catches up
to reach for the pen only when you need it is a mistake you must reach for it everyday eventually it grows familiar with…
a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was
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
his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change
