Ghosts With Bones

Every other day of the year he's dead. Today he lives in my mind. The funny smart-ass kid that bounced around when he was six and I was eleven, I was Matthew and he was Matthew but when we finally got to meet he became Little Matt and I became Big Matt. Uncle Matt is… Continue reading Ghosts With Bones

Lasting First

we can see the galaxy, we're watching the spin of infinite depths of time and light, in our little remote spot

Through A Mist

There is at least a small chance, still, that this life is my dream and one day I will wake to find that nothing was lost. 

Momma Said

Keep your hands to yourself, and use your brain more than your penis.  Please.