Sunday, October 26, 2008

Sunday and Dinner and Canada

Thursday, October 23, 2008


Monday, October 20, 2008


Sunday, October 19, 2008

For the Storm

A blue rain
washes into the world.
Not your favorite color,
much quieter than that.

I have furious eyelashes that would
kill to brush you off.

Lately things have been clinging
to my skin.
Ink doesn't clean away.
Dirt turns purple then bruises.

I have arms that fall around you,
a flame searching for something to burn.

You introduced me,
the "girl with halos above her."
A subtle jab at those church going hours
when we would find a bed.
I couldn't touch you.
I couldn't sleep.

I have the mouth of the ocean
trying to say your name.

Because blue is the city when day seeps
behind the brick, breaks before night.
And the electric lights that dot the
skyline struggle to keep the day alive,
preparing you and I.

Our bodies always waiting for some sign of rain,
some sort of religion for the storm.

Photo: Adam Ward

Monday, October 13, 2008

Same As It Ever Was

Who I Could Have Been/Who I am On The Inside

Sunday, October 12, 2008

i should have said no

Saturday, October 11, 2008

"Happy Families Are Always Alike" - Leo Tolstoy

By Erin Harris


if the car were black
and not red
the pit bull less sick

life binge
hinge and swings

the Budweiser warm
and not cold the heart
swollen instead of full

Friday, October 10, 2008


the stuff is toxic to every organ in your body, not to mention your brain and your relationships
so much for my good news for the day
love mom

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

By Adam Ward