He is a stem, a husk, barren and thin, withered by sun, erased by wind, emptied by seasons of dullness, marked by seconds of duty, scarred by regret only the faintest of lines dare to write out, which...
Footnote 164: I finally hooked up with Ashley. I went over to her place yesterday morning. Early. She lives in Venice. Her eyebrows look like flakes of sunlight. Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the...
Also remember, love inhabits more than just the heart and mind. If need be it can take shelter in a big toe.
My flying kick nicks his nose. A warning. Worse if I weren't succumbing to squeal.What a heel.I'm too multiple to feel.A fork ahead.I take both.
You'll be sick or feeling troubled or deeply in love or quietly uncertain or even content for the first time in your life. It won't matter. Out of the blue, beyond any cause you can trace, you'll sudd...
Which in the gray of gentler eyes will prove far more than any of us could ever need; 'enough' we will shout, 'enough!' our bellies full, our hearts full, our ages full; fullness and greater fullness...
We all create stories to protect ourselves.
Wake & Bake. More like Wash & Bake. Half a bowl of cereal and a shot of bourbon later, I'm there, my friendly haze having finally arrived. I'm ready for work.
Unoccupied space will never cease to change simply because nothing forbids it to do so.
The ruminations are mine, let the world be yours.
The greatest of love letters are always coded for the one and not the many.
Of course there always will be darkness but I realize now something inhabits it. Historical or not. Sometimes it seems like a cat, the panther with its moon mad gait or a tiger with stripes of ash and...
Is it possible to love something so much, you imagine it wants to destroy you only because it has denied you?
I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often I should be used to them by now. I'm not. No one ever really gets used to nightmares.
How do we remember this emptiness so in fullness we won't forget?
For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's a...
At first glance, it seems hard to believe these two men are even related let alone brothers. Tom is content if there happens to be a game on and a soft place from which to watch it. Navidson works out...
The finest act of seeing is necessarily always the act of not seeing something else.
What I'm about to ask you I'm not asking you because I'm black, though I still reserve the right to make that a big fucking part of whatever the fuck I ask you, because it's the very fucking least I d...
People frequently comment on the emptiness in one night stands, but emptiness here has always been just another word for darkness. Blind encounters writing sonnets no one can ever read. Desire and pai...