This is from me, I picked out this card because it had a bird and birds always remind me of you. I know this is highly inappropriate. Especially the part where I asked Esme to deliver it for me. I’m sure she's not going to be happy to see me…

I am ten years old and the California heat is beating down straight through the brim of my hat. I can see my father in his old tattered jeans, dusty and torn. He’s staggering and he has my sister in his arms. I can tell my sister has been asleep…

If this were Hollywood I think this’d be the end. Down here the horizon is found and then there’s more to go. There’s more to find. Down…

The young reporter sat back in his chair, a look of awe, he knew he was displaying, was his expression. No matter what he could not shake it. The man in the dark suit stood up from his chair and began to pace the small office. The young man stayed silent and followed him closely trying not to break away from visually pursuing the man. “I know how it must sound.” said the man in the dark suit. “Maybe even what you must be thinking.”

The last time, August had slept a century. He didn’t want to repeat that. The grogginess lasted so long he’d had to relearn how to use a spoon correctly. August slipped into the apartment, carefully shutting the door behind him locking and chaining it. He hadn’t bolted the deadbolt at…

“So you paint?” He asks. His smirk sharply piercing the stillness of the studio. “How did you…” “Do you paint?” He interrupts. “Yes,” I answer. “Well, I pay.” “What do you want me to paint, sir?” I ask. “My love.” He declares. “Your love? Sir, it’s 2014.” I say. “So?” …

There is Poetry Here. At three a.m. we were all drunk sitting on the observation deck of the train as it pulled into the San Antonio station. I’d been lucky enough to sleep through that stop on my way to New Orleans. Now on my way back home, I was…

Night There is a bench next to this tree. It hasn’t been there as long as the tree has but I have watched them for many years. I have heard their conversations and their bitter tales. Though, there were happy thoughts. The tree looks wicked and violently contorted, tangled and…

Tengo muchas epocas,