I long for a typewriter world, where it's all
permanent. Take away the power to...

I shed sweet sixteen
like I slide off last night's dress...

The soles of my feet are rolling
and the whole of me is pitching...

Poetic diction
clouds my mind until I can't...

That song comes on the radio.
That love song, crooning and sweet...

They walk in
Smelling of cigarettes and pez...

Song lyrics... and please don't take these the...
It's a good thing your mommy loves you...

Writing these days
does not have to be profound...

I've got my cell phone in my left front pocket
I'm kind of hoping that you might call it...

It's a powerful feeling
to possess waves of a yellow...

I was flipping through channels
on the television today, flipping through...

What is there left to write
when I have convinced myself...