8/4/14
Don’t come back to Chicago, the wind is against you wherever you go It shouldn’t be this hard to seeContinue Reading
Category: Poetry
To Gi
An old poem from Brasil, 2011. ag So full of passion, full of soul, you’re full of tears and bulletContinue Reading
Waiting in a Bus Terminal in Boston
Some thoughts on God and traveling I found in my notebook while on the road, originally posted May 2, 2012.Continue Reading
Baby Steps
Well I’ve been taking death too lightly and you’ve been treating marriage the same. Without any blood, there’s no covenant,Continue Reading
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You know how there are those moments when you wish that you could simply stop the hands on the clockContinue Reading
Where I Met You
I met You in a quiet train station. Silent as the newborn sun; quiet like a patch of breath. YourContinue Reading
4/20/13
an ardent night. The night I found out Laura broke up with him, making her a single mother. I listenedContinue Reading
4/13/13
I was the collective youth in search of the other side of America. I sure tried my hardest to flipContinue Reading
7/26/14
It smells like smoke, sweat from every color of skin, and alcohol at the dance in the park. Summer isContinue Reading
Pointing At Trees
From February 26, 2013 I remember that walk to the yacht club. I marveled at the rich people, weathered onContinue Reading