Saturday, May 24, 2008

36x365x6


A severed life of troubled sadness. Marked by ink and drink and cigarettes. Less than handsome, more than light. Feigning danger. Your aunt found me in Boston on a warm spring day because you were dead.
Posted by at
Labels:

1 comment:

Isle said...

This is powerful. 36 words can say so incredibly much. These 36 word statements are poetry, very well done.

(Your blog was tweeted by Chris Brogan a few minutes ago, I am glad I visited. Hey from not-too-far-away PEI)

8:51 AM

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)