I’ve seen landscapes that’ve brought me to tears,but they ain’t half as comfortin’ as you.
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Untitled #571 (2014)
I do not know if I have wilderness dreams because of nature calls,or because I must prove that I too can be a man. I too can be a man.
Untitled #474 (2014)
<p>Poetry is not the thesaurus in your hand,<br/> it’s not the magic in your heart,<br/> it’s not in what you drink,<br/> how you act,<br/> who you are,<br/> what you do with your life,<br/> it’s words on a page.</p> <p>Being a poet isn’t any different than being a person.<br/> Being a good poet isn’t any different …
Untitled #439 (2013)
“what dreams may come”/“Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come” in my dreams– I am time ravaged ‘n sore, reeking of vice ‘n long past leathered. hand laid rest on the brow of some blue-eyed husky. scrawlin’ out madness in diction. anything to drown out the snow-fall silence of the night. …
