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Good night Mr. Purkhiser

I must have been thirteen or fourteen when I first saw the Cramps. It was 1979 and I had no idea who they were. This *

the weight of a dream of a life come true…

I had almost forgotten her deep and confusing voice. The arpeggiator is so familiar, the words written backward on the inside of my eyelids. It’s *

A tree as old as me

This is my heart’s lullaby at the moment, where I go when I remember. Somehow curling up around the hearth of a home never built, fires never burned, and a life as yet unlived.

On aching, yearning, longing, loving so deeply, and then finally leaping…

December 28th 2008 Someone I love very much told me that they’d heard something bad about Rob Brezsney recently, but they knew how much I *

These are just the galleys, not the real books…

I came bounding down the stairs from the poetry room at City Lights. I love City Lights, quel bookstore. omg. No one is ever up *

Sun in my eyes, hand on my heart

Le Soliel Est Pres De Moi – Air

Anytime, Anyplace, Anywhere…

Playground Love – Air

The 4th time I ever had sex

I was on a pan am jumbo jet. I don’t remember how old I was, but it wasn’t much older than twelve. I was fully *