Poop Skins

 I figured something out this weekend, and it is so goddamned sad.   I have spent my whole life thinking my mother doesn't love me.  Lik...

 Of all the people who have left me of all the people who stopped loving me of all the people who I succeed in pushing away,  scaring away r...

 Charles Bukowski once said, "What matters most is how well you walk through the fire".  Or he wrote it, honestly, I haven't f...

 In April of 2023, my son was attacked by a dog.  People differ in how they like to describe the situation.  My mom calls it a dog bite.  My...

 I found this phrase written on an index card in my journal, while searching for a poem I wanted to revise. It is a note I made during a the...

 Driving in to my office yesterday, I picked a playlist at random.  Some Spotify-created summer rewind playlist.  It was all sad songs, angr...

 In the morning, before he wakes up, I hold my son in my arms and smell his breath.  Inhale him.  He is getting older, longer, smellier, but...