When I march, I walk in circles. When I sing, I veer off key. When I sleep, I dream uneasy. When I drive, I speed

I always ask you, do you have everything? Because you always lose everything.   You do not want children. I treat you like a child.

It’s always the shit writers that have some sort of meaningful connection to singer songwriter acts. Like, I don’t give a shit what Taylor Swift

I.         JUNE My sunflower bag, this June day  on Carmel beach I fill with pink  stones and will go on making  a mosaic

On Zzyzx, I mourn myself in a monsoon  while a friend formulates epistemologies of boyhood:   from a point of youth, a crochet hook it