for jim daniels poems or gears covered in grease it’s doesn’t matter it’s all a factory in your brain when i pick up a book at the bookstore in local mall before a reading i’m not thinking that the author could still go to bed hungry both the mall & the bookstore now long gone […]

you only see what’s missing one less paw print in the snow.

when my brother was three or four he’d steal dog biscuits from under our grandmother’s kitchen counter and when those milk-bone boxes ran dry from the dogs themselves with their brittle bones hardly able to put up a fight against his white baby teeth and shiny coat he would just crunch away in a dark […]