Sitting together at Starbucks, we composed a long love letter which we've been mailing back and forth to each other, signing our name upon each receipt and returning it for the last nine months and it has grown to eighty seven pages, barely fitting in a shoe box.

I learned to love what we had: the long, bright days, the water all around us, and even their slithery bodies, which somehow never dried under the pounding sun.

He'd tend the door himself in high lace up boots, orange rhinestone hot pants, a tight black t-shirt, and black boa with orange swirl.

I was always more comfortable with the ponies than you were / more comfortable with betting windows and two-dollar bills than you were

Three micros

Matilda went wild at sixty-five. Legs left unshaven for the first time in fifty years, hair still and proud, knotted with forgetting. She’d roam the streets at night, a traveler without design. Matilda was a gardener of sorts, digging up all previous assu

Wanna,wanna, whoop de loop. Hold my baby, kiss my mom, dance the way I used to do. Desktops, blacktops, cut and paste, speed down hills, learn the rules, Sister Saint Marion, married to Christ. Sixteen, life-green, pink tights, Swan Lake, an…

my speech/ in Oslo.

The other day I’m in the backyard with one of my kids, doing what he’s calling a training exercise, which is basically the two of us with flashlights, shinning the beams over the grass and up into the night to see what we can see.

So they told him he better get ready to join the army because that’s where it was at, for him. After all, not everybody could split coconuts with their hands.

I need a different storage solution

In the cool, damp morning, Jeremiah trembled, from the weight of the gun, from fear he would miss.

Vera Wang I saw you on Oprah today girl. Oh no no no.

it is said to make your manliness last forever

Now comfy is as comfy does, but when sleeping strange, please accept a wide range of cradle, crib, cave.