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Forgiveness is a funny thing… I carry my mistakes as stones in my jar one the heaviest I’d held since freshman year when I wound..

I like my meat a little pink in the middle among the gray not all pink, that’s too much, and I don’t want the damn thing still ..

I remember the first time she lied to meor at least the first time I knew for surethe set of her jaw, so much like my ownsnow fell just outside th..

Truth be told, we let silence in beneath our skin, like a worm, tunneling we let it eat our meat from the inside until like fruit we bruised ..

Three poems per day, minimum three cups of coffee, ok, maybe more like four four-thirty in the morning stroke beard thirty-five pounds, eigh..

The best way to win a knife fight is to not get in one but we’ve all felt the touch of steel; look at these scars on my left hand, ..

Cast adrift in a fog sea with no land in sight no cry of the gulls their gray shapes humped against the sky my raft is leaking, soon the water w..

Nobody talks to me about poetry or lust anymore I have to make it up myself driving down into the valley, hand on the wheel but my head in th..

Once I was aware of how unaware I was now I’m surprised every time I keep all my fingernails clipped short except the one which I us..

I'll take any poetic dare...