Lungs of the City

I am not as much as you. I am not what you need me to be. Make a face; you don't approve. You know it. I know it. That's why I have ...

What else is there to say? I'm lucky enough to hang out with a Texas sculptor who talks like a pirate when he wants to talk like a pirat...

More energetic and delirious than I’d been in awhile, a customer at the bar upped the giddy with silly shit spurting forth with innocent exc...

...and it becomes something else. Sometimes it stays just as it is, word-wise. Here is something I wrote on the back of a drink ticket at ...

Lungs of the City: Before vodka, there was Zen

I was doing laundry last night and this poem followed me upstairs amidst an armload of clothes. This was written on the back of the piece o...

Lungs of the City: I lost a bit more of my technoginity today