At night, I drift among stars in an ether that is...
Cobbled stairs twist before me in this strange...

The cruelest thing is losing someone so young.
I could've borne to see you grow old...

Most days,
i'm living in the matrix...

Sitting alone
together once upon a time...

When I was 10, my pa
dressed as a green goblin in...

Like cabernet spilling from my lips,
a sour blend of vinegarish red...

He held a gun to my head and I saw the humanity in...
so I forgave him as soon as he lowered the pistol...

We carve curved lines in the sand with
dead twigs of a sycamore...

Do you feel me when I tell you,
I am writing this poem for you...

There is something to
that look in her eye...

Alone on a charcoal beach,
blank but for memories, I...

There I laid my weatherbeaten horse to rest
on a desert by the sea of final turnings...