it misses the way we use to sit and breathe together inhaling and exhaling

he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest

bills soaring like birds costs of living get higher income, falls from nest

it was a particularly long day walking around in the Austin heat with too much on my mind i’d avoided the drink though it seemed to call for me fr…

it’s been so long without a touch lips pressed deeply against mine fingers brushing through my beard… i have reclaimed my virginity bumbling and nervous in the presen…

fallen from the nest mother bird leaves me to die never to take flight

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

two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them

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

i drifted onto your shore a withered vessel the skeleton of a ship torn sails draped over masts like dead bodies

he came out of the New Orleans shadows first went the grocer and

for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey

it’s just the memory of the sky blue and maybe it only seemed so blue because it was the first time i no…

broken headstones in a cemetery of… bacteria running rampant feeding off the bones of the dead decay cannot be undone time will always bring about the i…

where every man has gone before and i don’t think i’ll be too far… but still it’s too bad that we couldn’t make… it’s too bad that we ever fell fro…