Renee Carlino

fell asleep to the sound of her practicing late into the night

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.’ ”

The love of my life was gone

He unfolded the paper and handed it to me.

To the Green-Eyed Lovebird:

Grace . . .”

“What the fuck happened, Matt?”

Grace . . .”

“What the fuck happened, Matt?”

remember looking out onto the canals and thinking about you, hoping you were safe.

Nothing in this world made sense to me anymore.

Running away isn’t going to solve your problems.

No one who has someone waiting for him at home would sit on a bus bench after a ten-hour workday and people-watch.