When a door opensAnother door closesYou can't force it to happenDestiny chooses You think you are wiseYou think you are smartWhether it's your demiseWhether it's a new start Each decision madeBrings a world of consequencesEither good or badYou'll feel those instances The...

Greetings Deepunderground, we have formulated a response to your artistic language of poetryAt first, we could not decode the language in its emotional stateIt came to us singing through the universesAnd our top scientists and seershave been trying to...

In all the smashed cats on the road days ofhungover afternoons, and empty pocketmornings, one constant wherever I waswere the trips to the library.I read most everything back then:HamsunHemingwaySteinbeckFitzgeraldEugene O’Neill, and Gogol,and always Bukowski.They were my lighthouse in theabysmal...

I sleep with mytop hat on these days.It keeps the rabbits fromcrawling out and runningaway.They are the safest close tomy brain when I sleep.I don't want them eaten byferal swine or to wanderoff and drown in a vat of...

August 18, 1788        Mon Cher Donatien     After all of our play, all of our fun and games... little surprised me. Until last night. Now, alone with the truth, I lie here in my own bed, in...