Death threats? Just another mumbling day in the world of Willy Gregg.

Falling Slowly is in its essence about loss, in many of its guises and what it does and how we unravel or gather back into ourselves as we're swept into its aftermath, and still, how for all that pain, we seldom lose touch with our desire for love and con

At step blinding speed we all alight somewhere in the world

getting late and the dangling light left on in the bathroom was beginning to annoy me, so I took a drink of the good cheap stuff I keep in the bottom desk drawer for such lousy occasions, closed my eyes, and rubbed the back of my sore neck. If something…

The candles and my brain flame like a torch

Unless we see it, probe it, Name it, star by star, and feel This awful, tenuous gratitude.

I hate your guts.

ride crests and troughs of ceaseless change, / without delight but without fear, / and once it’s time to leave, then simply go, / without regret, with no unseemly fuss.

growing up fumbling for excuses your fingers, clumsy littlepads of flesh you don't recognize a scatter plot of acnethat won't erase by mirrorwhy this scene doesn't workkissing the detachable lips of bobby-soxed methodgirlswho keep…

with binoculars neighbor reads screen text:

The call came...

You know I'm living in the past...

My wife went vegan.

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When the truth is spoken, we don’t know Where to look, as if we only know someone Has gotten away with something big Or stolen someone’s heart, knowing how easy It was, how fragile, how true to itself So open and weightless, without guile

Weekly game night for the Oscar Family. Winning is secondary.

I can’t hold a job I can’t hold a hammer