We barely missed each other, Grandad. Mom was seven months. My life formed in water as water took yours away. What flashed in your mind...

Another day coming home Carrying an internment camp Growing desperate for that dirty bomb Confetti souls So that the children will see Me...

I took my hound, Odie, for a walk down in San Anselmo. It was a perfect Spring day. Flowers and trees bloomed everywhere. We liked to do...

when one closes and the wall of unopened entrances sits hard against the conscience of the holy man waiting for that opening to envelop...

Been through the breakups and the shakes Anchored my young heart Cold waves crashing on defaced shorelines All the clamshells have been...