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Sugarland Drive Sun drenched in the dusty den of some perverted old man, I hit my knees but not to pray. Has it really come to this? Pe..

Rattle and Tilt “get well soon.” she said. Walking the street as if never tumbled, scanning the ground for stray pill bottles,..

For Now Drunk by midmorning never so discontent or desperate, some say crazy. Perhaps? Muddled like old macaroni sitting in the sun, an..

More about Water How desperate; looking through the lace of fine lingerie, spitting on the ground into curbside potholes. Perplexed. ..

Limping Through Lunch She was limping when she crossed the bar, smiling through the pain, “now don’t you look so cute!” I..

Credit for Pain In that room again, nothing to read but old fishing magazines, donated by “office friendly” patients, the ones wi..

Ripple You never had to ask, I was always there for you, always. I held your hand through fire, scraped ice off your windshield in a blizz..

Smooth Crouched; as an endangered species exceptional in every way. Shouting from the open windows of farmhouses and high-rises, living to..

Wake Up Call Arguing over Plum or Black Cherry, Midnight Black, Blackish Black, or Black Black, Petal, Flirty, or Metallic mist; it must be mo..

Breath An introduction; almost as good as asphyxiation. It’s the air that escapes with a hum or a hiss, a whistle through the teeth..