Operator I want more from life than prancing, puffy years, alligator smiles and hypnotic dreams, killing a phrase for Wednesday's garbage run. I want to scrape life, deeper than words can lie. They aren't required to listen, those expatriate brides... Continue Reading →
Ennui I am a wall. I circle in tight corners, level and square. I have no door. I've been bleeding out all over the house. I can walk up and down stairs tens of times. My powers of distraction are... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 