Growing up Dying

and then the mountains gave way to a plain of cacti, ragged scrub and empty space. away, a little north, a storm cloud raced the west wind, ...

and there I was, between the place where I could still turn back, and that last, wild step across the edge. The moon, a little shy of half f...

A hangnail moon, cracked, yellow, half obscured, lay limply on a ragged bed of cloud behind the bowling alley where we stood in late Novembe...

And it was just three words, make no mistake, but there it hung, and burned into my eyes. The question left no room for a disguise: I was fo...

And she kissed me, or asked me to kiss her, on the jungle gym in the school playground up the street from where I used to live. Down the hil...

And as we cut a lazy curve of road my nostrils filled a moment with the scent of horses. When they come in dreams I know To wake before I sm...

Four years ago, nearly to the day, I landed at Leonardo da Vinci - Fiumacino airport in Rome. When my roomates went to sleep that night, tak...