Friday, November 30, 2018

He Was So Drunk

Even crawling was not an option
A cold night in Chinatown and resting
his head on concrete.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Sic Vita

It’s funny what sticks with me
of what I’ve received. It’s
what I make of it
that becomes my truth:

The Wind

  The Wind is stripping the roof off the birdhouse next door The old man who lived there would have it replaced by early spring Wo...