So I write poetry, got a problem with that? August 6, 2010. Every year it gets harder to just live. Everything worth living for,. Will fucking kill you,. I think the statisticians would tell you that you if you. Smoked an unfiltered camel,. Followed that up with several rounds of bourbon,. With beer chasers for good measure,. Ate a 48 oz porterhouse steak,. With cherry pie a la mode and Irish Coffee and several more unfiltered camels for dessert,. In Praise of The Butcher.

On reading; On writing; On living. Sometimes, poems happen too. One must be drenched in words, literally soaked in them, to have the right ones form themselves into the proper pattern at the right moment. Sunday, March 25, 2012. Write for twenty minutes without stopping on the prompt. When you are finished, post some or all of what you wrote here. Wednesday, March 21, 2012. I had plenty more pressing duties today, but someho.

The thunder of your blood,. You see a door,. You move your hand off the door. Your knuckles are bleeding,. You get sucked into a portal of madness,. You say to yourself, the lights are out,. I try to think of three mad things before breakfast. Would you like some wine? There is no wine.