I knew in high school something. Even then ...
Freeways are stories with white lines [Poetry]
On Twitter Yael Asks to Be Messaged a Secret [Poetry]
I did not want a stranger to know my blue-bagged shame that began unwrapping in the car...
Her Heart Is As Black As Her Hair [Poetry]
Her mind is as confused as a sunny sky dropping down the rain.
Cub scout blows it with Catholic school girl [Poetry]
I'm sorry I didn't buy us tickets for the dance.
White Heat [Poetry]
This dry moment we lay in sweat beds.
Antiseptic [Poetry]
Pool of bateria.
The luthier who had no rhythm [Poetry]
I don’t have the time left to learn how to mend old guitars.
EVERYDAY LOSER [Poetry]
I am there but I am not. I am here but I am not.
Doo-Dah [Poetry]
I wave the the flag of surrender
Leaving Behind the Golden Temple [Fiction]
When I was a child our family lived along a different stretch of muddy shore. At that shore’s edge a bright, golden temple stood in the water.
