You gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in.

And at some point I would like to talk my publisher into doing an anthology of my poetry alongside some teen readers poetry. It would be fun, and really wonderful to get their stuff out there.

You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.

If all you can promise me is today, I'll take it and hope for tomorrow.

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

The wind kicks in stronger, branches clatter. Or maybe skeletons. Bones of abandonment. Ghosts that will never be.

Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape