Its so hard to let go of film. Something you can hold, touch,smell. Something to stimulate your senses. This is a practice in control. This is a story. Every day encounters and text. I'll keep wishin.

Saturday, August 22, 2009



When men hurt, I type.
I will not censor myself
they say youll get kicked in the teeth one day.
I say, My brothers a dentist.
I can't get enough of my stories.
Do "stories" suggest fiction?
My imagination isn't prevalent enough to create these stories.
You've given me so much to write about.
I owe it to you and Ill cut you a check.

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