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For my cousin, Krissi.

Southern pride, born and raised, mobile abode, accused illiterate hick. Profoundly discouraged, surprisingly intellectual tête-&agra..

Paternal deficiency, parental discrepancy, pastoral delinquency. Leap the heights, aim low for the bushes, miss it by an inch, you’..

I had a fever the night my father killed himself. Mama slept in my room with me that night. I didn’t want to be alone. She smelled of cigarette..

Murphy malice, broken squeaky toy, comical barking, miniature pup. A noise in the distance, unfamiliar extreme. Raised ears, turkey call, ..

Go ahead and dream. Dream of a world where people allow you to be different. “If you’re lucky enough to be different, don’t ..

If only my dad cared. He’d teach me to play guitar. Tell me that wishes do come true, and life didn’t have to be so hard. He could sh..

The day came and went. Your birthday. I didn’t wish you well, never asked how you were. Not so much as a phone call did you receive. Doe..

Just something that....happened?

This is my life, and I'm not letting go.