published in Volume 4, Issue 1 on September 4th, 1997
Poetry is equal parts caffine and nicotine. It's God. It's touching your face and feeling your breath on my hand. It's what I do because I can't juggle. It's how to go to bed and what to do when you can't. It's everything of cold mornings and riverbanks and laughter Everything of impotence and years. It's a parking lot and a broken heart, a mountain and a tombstone: Equal parts of hopeless romantics and blind men crying.