Blackout Ruby
We fall, deeper and deeper into the atavistic pipes, Rust from centuries ago scraping our skin leaving behind a trickle of blood— A...
Weaving the Fresh Autumn Breeze
Stand on the streets and breathe in, Beyond the unpleasant odors of waste and gin— Recall, recall the senses in your dreams— A cool crisp...
Maybe That's Why Dreams Burn Brightest in the Country
Here we go again, here we go! Endless possibilities, adventures, await The sky’s the limit, they shouted, the sky! The stars! Reach for...
The Floor Is Where My Clothes Belong
The jeans are usually the first to go The socks sometimes follow Like a pair of dogs without a leash Heeling the roads solo Put on a...
A Different Angle
It was like looking through a used lens for the first time; From a different angle Picasso spoke to me, beauty emerged. I can’t believe...
Mediocrity
Morning dew collects on the grass too heavy to soar and too light to trickle unlike the tears that gloss her face dwindling of heat and...