How to Vanish and Still Be At Parties
Right now, I want to die. I’m sitting in the floor of the restroom of a nice German restaurant. And … Continue Reading How to Vanish and Still Be At Parties
Love Letters, No. 26
I AM NIGHT and dusk is never ending. Probe the dark and prove my worth. Step blind into oblivion, summon … Continue Reading Love Letters, No. 26
Lucky
IF YOU FOUND ME ON THE STREET and asked, “What have you done with your life?” my answer might be: “Well, that … Continue Reading Lucky
Disassembled
I fell apart on the subway this week. It was a dreadful scene, really. Parts of me went everywhere, Scattering … Continue Reading Disassembled
Reaching For Repose
My bones ache and sag, Worn from years of working In heavy bluegrass autumn air, Destitute of care, of love, … Continue Reading Reaching For Repose
Colombian Black
I keep my sugar airtight In a stainless steel canister, To keep it from going bad, But it’s useless, I’m … Continue Reading Colombian Black
Big City
In the big city, The sky turns black every morning. Black like coffee, truck exhaust. Strangest thing you ever saw. … Continue Reading Big City
Love Letters, No. 41
I am terrified. Daylight seeps and settles, leaving nothing to the imagination. My covers are cold and damp, clinging to … Continue Reading Love Letters, No. 41
Box
Catch my scattered thoughts Save them all inside the box That I keep underneath My bed, where I don’t sleep. … Continue Reading Box
Empty Street
Standing alone On a dark, empty street Either I’ve gone insane Or I’m sleeping so sweet For, there’s no other … Continue Reading Empty Street
Portraits of a Ghost 