What happened to your bodyYou used to be so good lookingIt looks like a storm ripped through your eyesLike you were rung out to dryPasty, dry skinSagging, paint peelingWhat?No shitCrystal Meth?That shit tore you upYou look like you've been...

Yelling cursing, noise level terrorThen he hits herShe criesThings get quiet, then it starts againLocked in his room, the boy sits on the floor next to his bedThat's the place he goes when they go at itMother & Alien,...

I have always been one who delves,unmoved by books gathered on shelves,no longer willing to still pretend—I prefer each raw beginning to its end. So I set off once more this night,armed with pen and paper for the write,into this...