voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking

elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home

droopy dark circles around the eye… brown eyes sad eyes sometimes he pees on the floor they rub his nose in it

all of my weary and all of my woe is made into perfect sense a common thread in my favorite son… familiar tones of sadness the beauty of malaise

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course

you took leave of Egypt for southwest Tennessee the African sun left for the warmth of Sun Record… i commend the move you made

she loved him before when life was a game he played and she loves him still

incredible love making will turn wolves into pups bears, cubs again and icy hearts melt to a puddle

I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked

you only get so many nights like t… where the streetlights become tiny… she picks you up at your place for… and introduces you to Joy Divisio… blacklight and 80's retro music

Winds sweep through the branches,… Observe the satellite of my howlin… Lunar intoxicant swims deep into m… From man I am transformed.

i was born in a basket of apples out of place from the start always berated by questions like “where is your stem?” “why are you so round?”

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

when the rest of the world seemed… and the invisibility of god was to… i turned to a puppet a stuffed brown dog i had named Gr… i confided in him earnestly