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.

You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more.

I learned more about myself that year than any other.

I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half?