We are diminished by our desire for innocence, and we debase those who possess it.

To a desert island I pick a book of crosswords for my one item. It is a desert island. What could be more practical? I awake in the middle of the night, an itch in my throat. I blow my nose. Weird gobbets of blood ring my Kleenex. It drizzles out now, wet here, gelatinous…

Fire and ice undo me. I am born again, born again through the burning ice and biting flame. Listlessly floating cinder-like on lost cusps of wind that multiply with every with every single with every single breath. Spitfire grail and…

The white moon is dangling by a thread tonight. I close my eyes and listen to it undress. Your halo fell around your ankles and you became see-through, but there’s a vast gulf between being pretty, and pretty dangerous. Still, I’ve s

seven birds on the wire turn in unison to the right

Before the new arm, I used to sit outside the players' facility and wonder, in between the throbs of pain pulsing sickly through my temples, how much longer I could be a hockey player.

not

Alright is alright but alright is a state of mind, right?

Every time I look at you there are two dumb mouths that slip between stretch marks.

The east wind probes through the eaves, pushing at the walls, as though it wants to drag us out into the cold, to swallow us whole.

You sawed off my wings then Asked

There’s not enough time because we come back to the things we never learn and forget them.

...her facial twitches, gasps and whines, her moments of trapped silence.

The bedroom was still as our conversation dissolved into a heavy silence broken only by the ticking of the clock on her night table and the occasional sob that hadn't yet been swallowed in her pillow. I stubbed out my cigarette and leaned forward in…

Things that are sad.