Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And I’m crazy for love but I’m not comin’ on
I’m just payin’ my rent every day in the Tower of Song
“The infinite mistake of Pittsburgh does not take from the fact that the set of photographs is among my finest.”
“The body doesn’t make sense by itself,” you said, pointing the red-tip
wand at the chalky nudes of Ingres.
I do not wait for poetry
But go in search of it
Because my wings are broken
And I am left far from my nest…
Trump has sent more new troops to the Middle East than he’s bringing home from Afghanistan.
her infinite soprano
and my street drawl voicing words that could
depress a saint
No matter how terrible what happened was, it is still our choice whether to understand our story as one of crippling defeat or a miraculous victory against the odds – even if all we do is get back up and learn to stand again.