Nothing from the Hawk. But yet it’s still early, and hope is not dead. by

Sunday Afternoon We were laying in the warm green grass of our backyard. Sort of shaped like a right angle. My hand holding hers gently Continue reading poem for thursday…→

Advice is worth what you pay for it When I was in high school a kid I knew wore a Joy Division shirt. I had Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Advice is worth what you pay for it→

the valley grew dark suddenly, as big jonny went back to the fridge. by

Someday you’ll understand My uncle told me once, niggers don’t want to work. I looked at him and said, I don’t want to work. We Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Someday you’ll understand→

more childhood trauma and injury. lately i have been on a roll. A Walk on Sunday Between Crondolet and Forsyth, on Meramec, we could walk Continue reading Poem for Thursday – A Walk on Sunday→

On a drive We roll by the spot where Randy once left his weed laughing together by

The weight I awoke with at start and remember nothing about the first flight of stairs on the way to my daughters room. I met Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – The weight→

This one in from fritzaholic. One Gear by One Gear Thirty Four by Seventeen. Stand, Meet your Maker. by

Holiday Blues The days are now getting longer. There is something to these, the holiday blues. I don’t think it has much of anything to Continue reading Thursday’s Poem – Holiday Blues→