Letter to my grandfatherLeather saddles, horse shoes, rattle snakes, Stetson and ostrich. Harmonicas and ukes and that grey church van. Pieces of you that come to…Jun 7, 20181Jun 7, 20181
Lettings GoAnd she said: “Momma, the word for more than one chrysalis is chrysalides”. She showed me the chrysalides hanging silently among the noise…May 17, 20181May 17, 20181
Closet MasochistMaybe I’m a masochist. Maybe I’ve been one most of my life How could I not be…. Grow up sitting on the knife’s edge and that blade feels…May 16, 2018May 16, 2018
she set outscooping up treasures in the Tennessee truck on a sad Lorain ave SaturdayApr 18, 2018Apr 18, 2018
