it’s a miracle we never hooked up
two sluts like us
i always think of the time
we suffered a flat rolling into twin pools
i don’t know
it’s like you’ve got a hangnail of mine
that i’ve wanted back for a long time
i guess this is goodbye
i’m boarding up the hole in the floor
maybe forever maybe for awhile
to cover up the stream we mistook for the sky
a new angle i might as well try
i guess this is goodbye
I’ve written poetry for years, but had never read it aloud before this weekend. On Friday, I had an event at Esquina Chicago to celebrate
Con un ritmo muy garage rock, que por momentos, se vuelve un poco punk, Grow Crazy, está listo para darte el empujón que necesitás tener en éste
Step out of your crisp blue winter evening and into the wild swing of Archibald Motley Jr.’s Nightlife; a vivid portrayal of the hip nocturnal
