Saturday, May 24, 2008


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.

1 comment:

Islander 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)