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we were walking through his garlic fields outside truth or consequences. Bill told me the kids weren’t coming over. The kids never come over anymore. Continue reading
i put up a post on nov. 30th explaining how i got thrown out of mia’s lounge. this letter was published in flagstaff’s local paper Continue reading
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What We Wish For You were what every high school boy dreams of. good looking, a little older, forgiving of my age and inexperience. You Continue reading
we got there friday night and it was raining, it had been raining for a while, and it was going to be raining for a Continue reading
To whom it may concern. I am writing to inform you of the events of the evening November 29, 2007. Mia’s Lounge is lame. I Continue reading
Two in from Mr. Bussman this week, a haiku and a poem. Jake hates poetry poetry is good for you I kind of hate Jake. Continue reading
He has it Learning to intertwine the secular sounding Rhythms of his cool jazz with a voice of my own My brother has always been Continue reading
Elegy for a man I barely knew You were a good friend of my dads. College buddies, drinking beer and chasing girls. You married friends, Continue reading
Butter or pie We left Portland early. By 8am, at least. On our way out to Hood River we decided that we had no idea Continue reading