The bar room is a bed of embers fanning themselves expediently, huddling to outlast the dark. A whoosh of autumn air ruffling their complexion each time

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,

Eyes to the ground, cutting through an alley, ruminating about a fight with a si… I notice a stray dog following, when I stop to pet it

You can get better, or you can get worse, or you can stay the same. But you can’t change. Nope!

I was down for a minute had to get served out can’t take what’s mine All the money in The World

death with a sickle and like most any farmer their work is never done and life never stops springing for… and never tires of trying

With certitude was the stove on th… as it always was, warming my feet… next I was on the floor and it flo… and then flashed to a different po… upside down

Just leave the fucking flags at ha… Or half-staff. Or whatever it’s called. Just fucking leave them there.

A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.

Blameless is the working man Who can tell him, ‘put aside your drink!’ And what do I do but lay pavers?

And there is but One of It So then with no-one to delight The parallax is a radical explosio… of infinite variability with no known meaning or destinati…

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

Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,

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.

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift