Tag Archives: Converse

Bukowski

I called him “Bukowski”, because he wrote with the same disdain as the poet, and succumbed to all the same vices. He loved to drink, He loved to smoke, and he loved women, one in particular, me. He wrote often. … Continue reading

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Darkness Visible

I used to watch you sleep, and wonder what you were dreaming. I would always start writing, unable to put the pen down, afraid if I stopped, i’d explode. You used to watch me sleep, and wonder what I was … Continue reading

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