A Thousand Deaths

I didn’t mourn your death I mourned the life you’d reject I mourned the humor you lost I mourned the intellect it cost You died a thousand small deaths before you took your last breath One long continuous exhale year after year All life squeezed out, expunged by fear Flashes of spit, blood smeared, voicesContinue reading “A Thousand Deaths”

The Real Pandemic

“Being on heroin feels like you have crawled into Jesus’ lap and he’s rocking you to sleep.” I was sitting in my apartment with all my friends, talking to a new guy we had just met. He was charming, rich, with interesting stories of growing up in Seattle, Washington and hosting a dinner for JohnContinue reading “The Real Pandemic”