Words used to fall so profusely from these tired hands, I wish they’d come back.
My post a day plan involves haiku strategy: words in place on time.
In only a blink the day is gone; the world spins and doesn’t look back
Huck took a drag from his cigarette and then another one, deeper this time as he watched the beat-up Chevy pickup pull up to the gas pump nearest him. It was after three in the morning, there were hardly ever customers … Continue reading
sometimes when I close my eyes I find myself running stumbling on a sidewalk in New York City some memories lost of their context still drift to the surface in dreams I try to say goodbye but I choke still we … Continue reading
I’ll carve a new life in the dust of your ashes; just see if I won’t. Feeling salty and mad at the world tonight, aching muscles and bones from packing, again, the seventh move in eleven years. The seventh move … Continue reading