Her Valley Story

She had no more friends who could wipe her brow and wipe her ass and chop the crystal meth for her into tiny, little lines She had no more friends who could burn her bacon and call her pretty and … More

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Outgrowing My Mentor

I sat at your feet; metaphorically, of course, only metaphorically; as I remember it, I sat on the couch, as you, with your strangely lilting voice, held my hand and walked me through; patiently; meticulously; the pitiless steps of the … More

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Ash

Be with me from the moment I wake to the moment my eyes close at night Fill my every moment with your eyes and your scent and your fire Hold my heart from the dawn of creation to the final … More

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