The Devil's Diaries

with the jagged spring snows an acute reminder that nothing is a promise  all on its own

I am left waiting on the hill shaking with knowledge of lost connections I am left on the pier with  memories of the dead their sorrow point...

Brutalized by hope and expectations where have I been? What I thought was a beginning was the beginning of my end  

No one is going there with you the grey lady ghost hijacked memories on the side of the road  and the girl in the rear view mirror the last ...

Chicago/February, 1980 What do I remember about that day?   Julia crying in the kitchen. Alex hiding upstairs. A tall, dark-haired ma...

This slippery skin her fingers slide off it a doomed grip on the moment screams into forever its gorge yawning time again and again and agai...

You were gone Not like you never were but as if you were meant to  be a part of everything