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Hello everyone, I just wanted to let you know that I have published a book and that it is now… Read more.

Nectarine Scarecrow

Engine soul of autumn gone Spring on the precipice The green, the warmth The birthing forth of old new life… Read more.

In a town called Shithole, Wyoming Where all good dreams skid, crash, and die The interstate exhaust hangs thick in… Read more.

The wetness of the town out there As I sit at the window in the coffee shop The soft clank… Read more.

A small airplane poked a hole in the cup of the Big Dipper Ran it right through… like a missile… Read more.

When in the back of your mind you know you are dying and you try to push it away …… Read more.

She is like the light the blue light, that crops life into some picture-perfect kiss and heart wandering I go,… Read more.

this angel skull of Harlem doesn’t sing or sink like the wind. it’s laundry day in Manitowoc, the MAT is… Read more.

The moon has its own scars, just like the sun and all the planets. Most men and women have scars… Read more.

The murals of human clouds. Bakers in bakeries thinking of what it would be like to not have to wake… Read more.

In the serpentine maw of a sun fall begging the good ropes of a life gone wrong fray and bow… Read more.

There’s a half-empty bottle of Snapple on the desk Love is vicious Love is calm Love is everywhere And yet… Read more.