We've been apartnow for a while, andthe pain has begun tosubside. But today, somethingtriggered it all freshand sharp.I ran across somepictures of yourvagina that you letme have.It makes me sadto look at themfor hours on end.I may be readingtoo...

We were drinking ourselvesinto the grave.I escaped temporarily.Greg didn't.He was crossing abusy street in Iowa City.In his baggy, dirty jeanswas a bottle of vodka thathe had just lifted.I'm guessing he was intoo big a hurry to"get well" and knockoff...

sadness dwells inside my sacrednessdeep beyond what people seemy soul connects to others differentlywe don't need to speakthe earth stretches and yawns with growing painspeople hurt I hurt with themMelancholy has gone silentand I with herdistress the faith shaken...