Dear Mom, I can’t even begin to tell how you might have reacted to the letter I sent. It was not intended to be hurtful,
I was home in Westwood. I was home in Camp Lejeune. I was home with one love. I failed at childhood; failed stat… Desperate for home anywhere I lay…
There is something uncomfortable about calling this poetry, when it is pain. It would be further awkward to edi… defining it as work, refining the…
Passing houses, dusty, dilapidated, situated on the traffic
Darkness waxed, first encounter with the new moon… su spilling from my mind, whispering ancestor sight. I waited for death,
I would love love love to get back… I fought fought fought to be the b… I ran ran ran through miles of inv… I stopped because it was controlli… Each step of all those miles – tra…
I live on the knifes edge where if I stray even a millimeter to the left I am convinced that any and every flaw
We need more community. For chron… For poverty– the myth through stor… For AIDS, for overdose too. We need more community, the kind t… selflessness, and non-judgmentalis…
you can learn to build a castle at the beach, living within, or maybe just around, the makeshift moat,
waves over the mind shivers thru the body. Hope, the thread intertwined, through the life of a living soul.
spacelessness– timelessness, nightmare awakening consciousness. Hell as anti-spacelessness, anti-timelessness.
you are happy as a bee, showing all the other bees where all the pretty flowers lie. You are the best bee dancer, Zumbando in all of the sky.
I thought I burned everything. Denial expedited closure. Now your words break through the i… I find them scattered all over my… Burning love for closure,
Ambivalence was taking the power b… Without ever looking back, but the… Ambivalence was the guilt preventi… was the same guilt I was taught to… Ambivalence was people calling me…
If a demon appeared at my window I would laugh and say what world are you trying to find and who are you looking for, me are you looking for me?