She comes to talkbut not to talknot to have a conversation.She comes to tell me she is unhappyor rather, not to tell me,but to demonstrate her unhappinesssitting quietly, solidly in that chair.She exists,and it is my fault.This world is not perfect,and it is my fault.She is unhappy,and it is my fault.It is all my fault.And... Continue Reading →

You step into the roomand the air follows youand the golden sun follows youand hungry eyes follow youand you smileas if you didn't knowany man herewould pluck the apple for you.But in the hallwayby the mirroryou study your facefor your next lines. Read More in Poetry

They don’t tell youyou will run out of time.At leastthey don’t tell you in any waythat would make you believe it.They don’t tell youyou will run out of timeand here’s the kicker:they don’t tell youthat it will happen years beforeyou lie down on that final mattress.They don’t tell youthere are always newshoots poking up through... Continue Reading →