A woman I love, the one who scrawls verse with lapidary eyes the color of pale cucumber, is somewhere in Paris celebrating an engagement Oh,...
This, here, is a project still in the works. I'm not quite sure where to go with it from here. I'd love feedback on what people thin...
I fear the more I write, the more I obscure what it is I really want to say, that millions of pages, a whole canon of human communication, a...
Today, of melted snow and moist earth, smells like the springs of my childhood. If I were still young, I would play basketball in the slush ...
Water at 6500 feet does not boil, not even at 752 degrees, pressure, so much pressure weighing down, changing physical laws as we know them,...
I count it among the great gifts of this generous world that I am still able to spend an evening talking with you. That you and I, after all...
I am in Wawa, swaying with the slightest, most pleasant amount of whiskey. My stomach is rumbling and aching in hunger. Over the speakers, s...
The grass is the color of grass, and we have run trails through it so when it wimples like an ocean, you see where we have come and gone as ...
