Granted my affliction does not in any way parallel the gravity of close friends who aren’t so much battling but, as Christopher Hitchens put it, being battled by cancer, and…
Last summer I found a small box stashed away in my apartment, a box filled with enough Vicoden to kill me. I would have sworn that I’d thrown them away…
Poets, Poetesses, and Unacknowledged Legislators of Mankind: I address you at a moment unprecedented in the history of Poetry. I use the word “unprecedented,” because at no previous time has…