In all the smashed cats on the road days ofhungover afternoons, and empty pocketmornings, one constant wherever I waswere the trips to the library.I read most everything back then:HamsunHemingwaySteinbeckFitzgeraldEugene O’Neill, and Gogol,and always Bukowski.They were my lighthouse in theabysmal...

I sleep with mytop hat on these days.It keeps the rabbits fromcrawling out and runningaway.They are the safest close tomy brain when I sleep.I don't want them eaten byferal swine or to wanderoff and drown in a vat of...

Standard Timekeeping   There's a place of tranquility and pain; Drenched in the downpour, reading the rain. Life is darkness to the armor-less knight, Destined to live with what's on her back Forever guilty and all is right! Desire-less to find another track.   Peaceful anguish is not...