There was a time when morning seemedA continent no foot could cross,When one brief hour of summer lightOut-measured now a season’s loss;When every road beyond the hillWas rumor, promise, beckoning call,And love appeared a golden gateThat once passed through...

one tastecraving creepingfor that sweetnessalways hooked againgoing either wayfrom 100 to 0or 0 to 100in 1 second flatmakes my mind sofar gone i justgotta focus andstay far awayfrom the sickestand most preciousthing in my worldjust tonightone morenightthese sheets arechains...

HeartlandMy name is Steve Wills, and I live off Eight Mile Road, second left past the three red granaries, and I was a very young man once upon a time (that’s a fine way to start a story, isn’t...

Before the house had learned its sorrow,before the clock grew fat with silenceand the chairs began to keep their counsel,there was a bird whose throatcould unlock the morning.She came not like a guest,but like a blessing that had forgotten...

For MustaphaSome friendships do not arrivelike doors opening in a house,but like weather remembering a shore,like two distant firesrecognizing the same wind.I do not remember the first minutethe path between us began,only that poetry was there...that old lantern in...