Why do so many detectives and prosecutors deny their mistakes when the people who they…

I wonder what they think When they see me Shaking in the dark When the…

In Deep Run, Massachusetts, there is always a hint of magic. Turn up the corner,…

Red, neon red, fills my snow white flesh  Red trapezing through my veins  Fresh red,…

Violet stones surround the gateway  to my paradise of dreams  and shine softly in the…

Somehow, they all forgot  that they were blown around  in the dust of others, ridden…

Grey specks of dust in the evening light  fight till their last breath  as bold…

cigarettes  lie drenched between the tracks like fish  bones in a riverbed, remnants of the…

Soccer makes me happy Can’t use my hands  Play with the heart instead  The ref…

A summer day like any other The air is wet and life is smothered  Sun…