A letter to my dearest Tears combined with ink Memories which i cheer in Nightmares in which i sink An endless fall to bottom Beyond the tears and soil Passing sights of sodom Sanity creaks in need of oil...

Still left searching for the light,I am but a regent in the night,crowned by a flickering flame,ruling all I dare to name. Facing fathoms thick with dread,I sail in search of a spark ahead—a single sovereign, bright and true,to pierce...

     It’s me again. Went away this weekend to see my brother, Garrett. My folks live on the same property so I got to see them as well. Plenty of good food, and making new memories, as well...

I've been to thebitter, dark placewhere dreams aredecorations indilapidated houses,a building haunted bythe ghosts of spring.I tasted the wine ofwhores and convictsthere.I've prayed with thebroken and wasted.I spentdays and months,almost forever withthe feral men andwomen of America inhomes not...

My friend asksme where I getthe fodder forwriting my poems.I tell him, life.He says that's toosimple.He isn't satisfied.I tell him thatsometimes, I sit atmy desk and openthe window above thelitterbox, and lookoutside at theorange daylilies andwait.He says he writesfrom...