Sex Ed
A Poem
JAKE
Eight-Year-Old Self Writes A Story
Good stories should have the things you like in them: the glittery, jewel-toned things otherwise unattainable.
A Hand In The Clouds
Arthur worked this job. It was a job that he didn’t understand. It was a job that nobody understood. It was a job that required him to drive to these towns and villages and neighborhoods and look at the trees.
I Wish I Was Blue Moon
I wish I could know that warmth
Ode to the World’s Largest Honky Tonk
A feeling of non-existence:
It's a Yes or No Question
You’re not a complainer, are you?
Maybe what stays with us is—
that sound of hope