When the world wasn’t burning I felt optimistic that one day I could come home

I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him

Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,

I saw him on the side of the road, on the side of the interstate exit… Maybe he was 18, definitely not 21… tired but not yet haggard. The moment I saw him

There is a stream of what could have been which flows on with the same rate and newness of what is.

Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him

A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,

The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.

When I see the little holes where the earrings used to be I wonder what they embraced and then renounced to get to now.

Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath

Oh, Death! Two beers and I’m on my back! Skipped the shower, skipped the toothbrush. Just a film of sweat,

Nirvana is acquittal, wearing sweatpants in an empty cou… drunk, singing songs about the Southland. God has fashioned my heart like a…

To be a ghost is to always be aghast— To not know which direction is the future or the past.

One of God’s tricks is, similar to Michael Jordan, It sinks a three-pointer with 1.2 seconds left on the clock,

Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.