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...

It's crowded in here overstuffed ego darkness with no light switch future decorated in fear I just want to be outside   Outside is the mountains,  caring nothing of my undulating moods Outside is the roar of the ocean drowning the useless wails of my boo hoo self esteem Outside is the infinite, unlimited...