Paul and I got high on my stoop the other night and he told me this story about when he used to fly in helicopters with no doors on them. He said he stuck out as much of his body as he could when they flew threw a cloud. He said, “The cloud washed…cleansed, andContinue reading “Things I’ve been meaning to tell you:”
Monthly Archives: September 2016
Yes, I cried when I wrote this, and yes-it’s about you Sean.
People always find it strange how I remember certain things. Like how I remember the first time I saw you, and knew you were special and going to be important to me, and how I was right. You remember it differently, but I don’t mind, not at all, not even a little bit, because notContinue reading “Yes, I cried when I wrote this, and yes-it’s about you Sean.”
The patriarch is made up of motorcycle parts, old and new batteries, black jeans and black t-shirts He is where the echo of the family starts, sewing each of our voices together in concert *** Made up of the tough stuff of a turtle’s shell, a fedora shaped crown, tomato’s blood, and radio wavelengths, HeContinue reading “Tough Stuff”