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Steel sky, he led us out, nine of us, Scouts, in a line. “Fence is down, boys, you gotta fix it.” The weight of tin snips, the scratch of..

I want to taste you the moment I see you and all holy men say this is sin. I’m absorbed by you in the flicker of a wing and all..

Someone, we didn’t know whohad tied this thick hemp ropeway up in that old oak tree, the onethat stretched out over the roadand had for generati..

What good is the lamplighter when all the lamps have been lit?he used to caressthe turn of their brass he used to lift the little latch swing..

2 a.m. is all ghost and bones where I only awake coughing or with a need to piss or the dog was startled and I always wake up and write ..

You know, sugar every decision is a little easier now my coin is mine to toss and I alone enjoy the ripples every breath a little less co..

I’d followed you around all evening it was that kind of party, I think you may have gauged my interest while we discussed Roman mil..

You know I always return home to you we never argue when I say Josh Ritter writes the best love songs you wait while I fill my wine you w..

She said “you’re always running,” while getting ready to ankle herself and I say baby, baby, it ain’t that at all ..

I know you’re sitting out there tonight in the city with a heaviness in your lungs you’re coughing up your misery in the smog ..