Little girls fulfilling their quotes of jumping ropes A surreal sunshine, rotting in the mind Having one hell of a time hobbling down these city roads People scoff and laugh Lost it all at last Too sick and tired to be aghastPulled out the gun and started to blastOne...

There was this woman whoI used to know.She wore cardigans andglasses, and she hada smile that wouldchill a penguin.She loved to build things.One gray winter night,she built a house ofdelusions.There were no mirrors,and everything wasplastic.The couch,the bedthe sex,the laughter,the...

I am afraid it remains the truth,ever since my fraught youth,that I am an agent of the night,a provocateur of the sacred write. Sitting here with quill in hand,on a lifelong quest to understand,the rhythm within every rhyme,within lines thinner...