Photo Source: Unsplash I drove by that hospital that told us we had been pregnant. There was a lot – like the amount of blood, in the toilet, that would indicate a horrific stab wound.   She cried for days. I was at her side for the entirety of it. Even though, I know, in the depths of my bro-migo skull, the long-haul in my always-be-there, loving support couldn’t provide the comfort she required.   The stoplight turned green, and the troll of flailing road-rage anger, in the car behind me,...

Photo Source: Unsplash Sans Souci (Without Care)   Hope feels...to be in short supply...on these days, where hours drain, and death is a close slide.... Lime Green lighters savor the sparks of final tokes, and that frigid river floats, and there are hearts that struggle to pump a purpose of a beat, out on the rotten stretch of cement, scabbed top of flatland streets. I submerge and get consumed by the icy surge; the deep, life-blood artery of Momma Earth...my balls shrivel-ize...the boats...