How could he have made her stay a little longer For him there was no bargaining To keep a better tomorrow  Because everything is...

I want to fuck you lonesome. I want to teethe rocks and spit gravel. I want to suffuse you with irony. I want the world to open with your...

Sitting there making it all about him Pretending that this earth isn’t hollow Superficial sorrowful pleasures manufacturing peace How...

I drive south down Highway 23 to work – seventy miles away – and at the forty mile mark, ice-caked roads give way to clear. Snow-flocked...