Our Names Were Made For Us In

In A Cafe" I Watched A Man In A Cafe Fold A Slice Of Bread As If He Were Folding A Birth Certificate Or Looking At The Photograph Of A Dead Lover.

...what Makes You Older Is When Your Bones, Muscles And Blood Wear Out, When The Heart Sinks Into Oblivion And All The Houses You Ever Lived In Are Gone And People Are Not Really Certain That Your Civilization Ever Existed.

All Of Us Have A Place In History. Mine Is Clouds.

Finding Is Losing Something Else. I Think About, Perhaps Even Mourn, What I Lost To Find This

The Pill Versus The Springhill Mine Disaster When You Take Your Pill It's Like A Mine Disaster. I Think Of All The People Lost Inside You.