The mustachioed, gray-haired men spring to attention at the bark of a pitch pipe.
leak on water st.
Some people call him “The Dude.”
Blood Ground
Oh to be a snail in the glow of an early June evening shell speckled in blood beneath the…
To Win A Bear
He made it to the cold state. The wonderland. The hunt.
Because I Cannot Forget
He does not fight, He does not roar,
The Bureau
She had her way. He became a man.
on a walk
It’s true what they say. About her. About the memories left behind. To know her was to rest your soul…
running
He’ll fall asleep with his once-brilliant, now useless head on the edge of the table, neck bent awkwardly, crippled from…