Perhaps the “starving Artist“ could be starving not For food but for more

My young brother flipped The four-wheeler on himself Has a concussion

He coughs as he lights Takes a puff just to get by His sister just died

There comes time at last I stop somewhere waiting for You need not ‘en ask

Whitman once implied Atoms belonging to me As well as to you

Head pulsing always Vision blurry feet timid Sleep might come tonight

Unwrap the face wipe Remove the mask I prepared My bare face exposed

they say when we die, our lives flash before our eyes i didn't hear the news until a month later and your life hasn't stopped flashing...

interactions between strangers sisters.2 * * * your sister messages you on facebook he's in the hospital a stroke, they think you should...

i don't feel like i have the same right to cry like maybe they can see that my tears are slightly more heavy than theirs maybe it's like...

i miss you

i cross the georgia line and remember when we were young and in love the sign says they're glad georgia is on my mind but isn't it always

just like a pop-up rainstorm sudden chilling drenching you feel it in your bones your clothes drenched through your pores soaking it in...

i lie under the stars, grass damp against my back, and know that she, at least, lies beneath the same stars sometimes I feel like the...

no i don't have a song that i want to play whatever you think the pallbearers should wear sounds good to me i don't know the age...

can you be half of a family? if one member is gone? does it have to be two or more, to declare the disability? it’s not a whole family....

interactions between strangers sisters your sister messages you on facebook because neither of you have each other's numbers you know...

if we could see our battery would a red 2% make us pause and take the time to recharge or would we see what we could do in the time left

i see the baby bird leap from the pine soon it will become the mom watching its baby leap knowing the flight

are we all just puppies on leashes sometimes we hold the leash in our mouths and believe we control the journey