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We’d some(time)s swim up at County Line when I (was) a kid, a big group of us driving up (there) in my beat-a*s truck early summer, the river..

The trick really is not think about her anymore when the dog barks, you lock the door stack all your cares like wood laid in rows out o..

One more time around and darling this timetry and make my jaw quivermake my muscles go tenseheel toe and spinone more time around and this timemak..

(Cons)iderate fellow really though not really (train)ed to deal with us we watched as he walk(ed) from the woods only his shadow walked (with..

Forgiveness is a funny thing… I carry my mistakes as stones in my jar one the heaviest I’d held since freshman year when I wound..

I like my meat a little pink in the middle among the gray not all pink, that’s too much, and I don’t want the damn thing still ..

I remember the first time she lied to meor at least the first time I knew for surethe set of her jaw, so much like my ownsnow fell just outside th..

Truth be told, we let silence in beneath our skin, like a worm, tunneling we let it eat our meat from the inside until like fruit we bruised ..

Three poems per day, minimum three cups of coffee, ok, maybe more like four four-thirty in the morning stroke beard thirty-five pounds, eigh..

The best way to win a knife fight is to not get in one but we’ve all felt the touch of steel; look at these scars on my left hand, ..