Last night I met up with my soul on a cold dark roadFed up of me many many years agoAny idea what it is to be dead like me?Do you think you'd be able to feel warmth & love...

I love how there is much to choosewhen it then comes time to infuselet the ink seep in ever deepshare these secrets that I keep Pen a little poem in the nightin the hope that it turns out rightthat my...

I had been sober forawhile and was getting thatitch to drink.I couldn't recall thedegradation and misery ofthe last drunk, a few monthsearlier.It was spring, and I was standingoutside of the flophouse, I wasstaying at.Just then, a big sunflower ofa...

August 11, 1788               Mon Cher D.               I love it when you buy me clothing. Fashions for me to wear, meant for you to then take off me....