going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach

a man must find his way to live in the world a poet must find his way to let the world live

when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly

youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job

Tricia Wozniak went missing on No… 1987 walking home from Arey Elementary first there were signs all over town

when she wants only to see the heavens choke patience lost in all things

Eclipse was the illegitimate daugh… of the moon and the sun beautiful and frightening shining and dark all at once

after nineteen years she thinks of him as a fart something to air out

i followed the pigeons to Gordon park just to hear them coo their electric feathers alive in the sun

for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines