Grant Sorrell

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming 'round again?

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

Love is a bed full of blues.

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

@_MrAntonio_ I'm with ya, I think one good punch would take all of mine out.

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

zero for three/it must be me #E4382

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

We are the possum/half-
opened on the shoulder of the road,/the vultures swimming in the sky above,/the sun falling behind the trees #E4382

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

The fire, centipedes and dandelions burning/across the field/behind my home. #E4382

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

Pick the scab and let it fall/into the fire. Watch/the dead piece of you/die again. #E4382

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

Truth/is the cold side/of the pillow. #E4382

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

Even the sunshine that spills/beneath your curtains each morning/is eight minutes old. #E4382

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

I am the forgotten/window wipers, scraping sludge/across the glass/long after the rain has passed. #E4382

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

He’s walking across/the power lines/outside your window,/waiting for you
to spot his movement/and separate/into ten black birds. #E4382

[NBAF at SHSU @NBAF_SHSU]

Top 10 books about returning from war http://t.co/mmLmf7m0T7
Phil Klay will join us for National Book Awards at SHSU 3/23 at 6:30, GPAC

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

Stranger/crossing the street in milkman white/between the children playing jacks--/why hide your face behind/the wood you carry? #E4382

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

And suddenly/you notice/the feet/sticking out/from behind/the curtains. #E4382

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

There is a planet/somewhere/far away/whose atmosphere is just like ours,/whose swimming creatures will evolve/to wonder where we are. #E4382

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

Every morning I turn forty/and reach for reading glasses/to double-check the time/for my prostate exam. #E4382

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

There is calligraphy ink/buried/inside my hand,/the body of a friend (now gone)/lurking/beneath/the frozen over lake of my palm. #E4382

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

Deep breaths—/in,/out,/one,/two./It’s only life—/me/you. #E4382

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

Let/down/like the heavy end of a couch--/but we’ll bring the bastard up/the stairs even if/it kills us. #E4382

[Grant Sorrell @GrantSorrell]

Here’s what, not why—/the Sopranos isn’t the same/and neither/am I. #E4382