Published iniPoetryWhite NightWe laid together on a cold bench that only stayed half up, missing a leg. The difference has faded between the sunk boards and the loose…Jul 17, 2022A response icon4Jul 17, 2022A response icon4
Street Corners and Ash EndsI am the crackhead. The skinny blond guy with a barcode tattooed on his arm coming around the corner, to sell you.Jun 25, 2022A response icon1Jun 25, 2022A response icon1
Published inThe MasterpieceHow I Manage My DepressionA book recommendationJun 19, 2022A response icon1Jun 19, 2022A response icon1
Crooked Hanger & the Color of StillnessI don’t know when I was born. I imagine it was cold and muddy outside, like freezing rain.Jun 10, 2022Jun 10, 2022
Published inAuthor Brien FeathersHow to be WrongI don’t know how to apologize because I’m never wrong. But I called you last night, remember that.Jun 10, 2022Jun 10, 2022
5 a.m phone call from N. CarolinaSince the time I was in love with you, since the winter and the summer of the same skies that stretched white, I almost forgot that I…Jun 4, 2022Jun 4, 2022
