Grab a gun step inside

Things fall together.

I'll write a poem now and again.

revisions    is it?

The wind is rising / We must try to live

My name is Clare. And these are my words

With tears in my eyes, I begged you to stay You said, “Hey man, I love you, but no fucking way”

Boston    "I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, …