The words and linesaren't coming today.I lie down for a nap.I dreamt of metaphorsand similes.I woke up.The years swim awaylike bass at spawningtime.

Those who make the laws Seldom abide by them Those who call for war  Fight them from the boardroom  Those who pick the crops Are the hungriest of all Those who write the news Believe nothing 

It remains so hard to then hedge,when you live here on the edge—live on the cusp of life and death,separated by only a single breath. Peering down from this height,within a dark and endless night—a never-ending sea of black ink,here,...