I stood outside in at the corner of my house where my favorite tree bows heavy with thick green while two birds fought behind me two...

there are two ways to go about this first be quiet and let it sit deep on the inside while you stay passive so it forms a cancer in your...

it's all held together by the golden ratio holy shapes the bees know this mundane thing becomes more than gods or purpose it becomes a...

standing outside on the walk with the heavy bag straining at the weight of used up material I could feel the heat of the sun coming...

if tomorrow you were gone and I thought you were out there waiting for me I'd go on an impossible trip to find you because none of this...

it always had this magic that sparked carried in on a warm wind suggesting an ocean was just on the other side of a dark hill rising out...

you leave them leaning against our door in brown Wal-Mart bags or in cardboard boxes and we find them hours after you've gone every time...

in my Melville survey where I learned my love of Moby Dick and Billy Budd I delivered this sub par late night written presentation on a...

it's hard to imagine that when I'm gone from here and from you that none of the things we sought and built won't matter so we'll keep...

before a storm in the weight of summer the winds would roll in leaves showing white bellies like some beast submitting I'd peddle hard...

white pines made me feel like Han Solo in the forest found on the moon of Endor with a ship and a crew that could go anywhere instead of...

in the movie Dusk til Dawn with George Clooney who is running from the police with his sex maniac brother there are these vampires that...

we had this stray dog that had three working legs come to our place and stay for over a year then she became pregnant and her litter was...

you lay on my desk sleeping gray and white thing of sloth as if your time is unlimited I know that you'll be gone I can see your timeline...

we watched you sit out there propped against the ice cooler dressed in thin blue scrubs folder of discharge papers cradled against your...

there's a beach with black sand purple water and red sun where I'd be happy to disperse as static among the wave's crest

when I was little I used to pretend that every single plane gleaming in the sun was my mother to keep that woman at bay I'd hope my...

what I didn't know until then was the familiar love and respect that could be found in great men that didn't need any kind of father to...

I held a man's hand for hours to look at his tattoo an octahedron with a dark blue sky we stood there too fucked up to stand on our own

I dreamed of a snake that would go into hibernation by completely drying itself but it had the voice of this woman I knew she would talk...