The Old Name had died of a Fool’s trick that was perfect.

Dear Mom, You are my best friend, my travel buddy, my partner in crime, and the light of my life. I love you in more ways than words can express. I am sorry I can’t be there in person to tell you everything I have to say, but I can start here; Happy Mother’s Day. We have traveled the country together, long hours in the car that never got boring or tiresome because we always had something to talk about and even if we didn’t we both enjoyed the silence and the company of one another other. We have wandered down creek beds, climbed trees, fixed flat tires, run across so many different surfaces that I cannot even begin to think of all their names. And oh the places we have gone, the places you have showed me, enjoyed with me and the memories that I have of you, with you, that I will remember and cherish for the rest of my life. ...

Hit the floor like a shot to the mind set in deep-sea waters.

Enjoy the dark calm, There’s no surreal silence crying for a bullet to the head.

Impassioned beyond the bounds of creative change.

Blue godess cry to compliance and guarantee the nightspot blues.

Brutal voice, I know No relief day, or night.

These old rings catch the light of the setting sun like the laughter lines on your face.

A sting of merciful fear opened the door of absence; the invasion of the new.

The vicious hiss of vicious words were amber and lithe, eagerly waiting another.