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

Reaching Back

I saw him. He held a razor to his wrist, tears streaming freely down his cheeks. He kept whispering, "Just do it. Just do it. Just do it." I saw him, trying to convince himself to cut his life off, and I had no idea how to stop him, or if I should try. When… Continue reading Reaching Back

Lasting First

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

A Miss Before Flying

i want to run away, To stay, And I can't find the way, No method in my mind To leave this behind, The traps that I find I want to go home Too tired to roam I left a feeling alone And never touched it, But now It's reaching me, It's begging and beseeching me… Continue reading A Miss Before Flying

Momma Said

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

Anniversary

He took the microphone and walked to the center of the dance floor with her, as everyone pushed back. She clutched her dress nervously, never liking the spotlight. The music started, and she smiled like the sun breaking through clouds. 'Butterfly' had long been one of 'their' songs, he would sing to her in front… Continue reading Anniversary