I used to think that I knew darkness until the night my journey took me to Belle, Missouri. I used to think there was always someone to bl...

 I told her sweetheart, there's nothing between us but the night. And as for bad choices. I prefer to react, rather than reflect  on wha...

The grass so still as if it stopped growing you stop under a tree when lightning rips up the sky— the worst place to wait out a storm   on y...

Stomach bile rises to my throat burning soft tissue  all these long months stretching to years. A yawn that will not stop weakening my resol...

When it’s time you will die of gunshot wounds to your back. You’ll bleed out slowly  blending into colors on the big Turkish rug people spen...

They dance and drum to their songs. Boogaloo Boys, Beach Boys, still band members die. Revolts and rebellion always end in peace, left for t...

I didn't want to be here but contrary to popular opinion, Poetry wasn't paying. And the Learjet needed new shoes and I of course, ha...