Paper Bag Man

You never want to be that guy. You know, the guy you see stumbling across the alleyway on Saturday mornings, paper bag tucked under his left arm and a bleary smile on his face. His face is tear-streaked, or maybe that’s just leftover grime or rainwater that has stuck in the unshaven hairs on his … Continue reading Paper Bag Man

Breathe Again

I died again last night A guttural exhalation that scattered stars Cozied up in my trestle bed Where you used to lie And we would sleep in the spoon fashion Breathe in, breathe out Dreaming of love’s release That took shape with each move However subtle However serpentine But you’re gone Away to Neverland Without … Continue reading Breathe Again