You died – my friend, you died – and (on that day), I died too – But I still breathe, and walk, and talk to others – and still frequently...

Dedicated to Christopher Van Pelt (1974 – 2021) With my ax, I split a piece of wood – and find him there… I lift up a stone and find him...

My shady-eyed psychiatrist – Aaron O. Godwin, M.D. – shifts awkwardly in his high-back chair (it looks uncomfortable and pale green is a...

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be like everybody else… And then I realize I wouldn’t want that at all. Not fuck at all....

I threw rocks at him – I threw rocks at my mate - his name was Sean They hit him hard - on his back – and a few landed against the back...

I didn't and don't want to be the lonely, overweight, and sad boy anymore... so, I lost 34 pounds - my waist is now a 32 and I wear...

My Mother's mind is a wilderness of confusion She is lost, stumbling over jagged rocks, and finding no clearing from among the crowded,...

Alcoholic – Alcoholism: Such dramatic, cruel and judgmental words on the lips of pious mother fucking assholes. They can all go eat a...

I don’t want to go to Heaven I want to go where they went (the time has not yet come, but it will) “Doctor, I’ve lived an interesting...

With my 100-day chip held tight in my trembling hand I sit next to you on the deteriorating couch, lumpy and uncomfortable I remain...