No longer is the Habana…

Maybe it’s better 

to clean up, chlorinate the pool more regular. 

I wouldn’t know. I’m still blue in the face…

ignorant of what I lost without ever coming in.

—Chrysanthemum from poem Aubade to Habana In

• There Is No Victory In The Mind But Desperate Valor
• It’s Not The Shattering Itself That Breaks You
• I Am Not The Whiskey You Want
• Life Is Too Short To Wake Up With Regrets
• Make Love Your Lodestar