From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
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Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice
Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…
I saw a man and his crumb snatcher… sprawled on the porch of their hom… it was painted a bright ocher with… small, modest, humble, clean, givi… A joy, in short.
At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,
I gave way to Love and felt some marked change in psyche Something difficult to speak about
Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still a shiver
Oh, Death! Two beers and I’m on my back! Skipped the shower, skipped the toothbrush. Just a film of sweat,
A Sacred Site has a genealogy, a pedigree of constituents whose good wisdom and charitable insight are markers enough
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him
Nine times out of ten, it’s a demon you’re seeing, not an angel. They have all kinds of disguises, I know-I know,
A council Wise Elders decide what mistakes are afforded who and tie color with number
Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,
Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.
Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard: