(2013)
room whitewashed walls sanitized me in a room broken brain
I need you to accept who I am. I need you to not doubt what I have arrived at regarding w… I need you to listen to what made… I know you know there is no right…
River is always changing, with a crack coming out of the cli… the river from the cliffs, down to the beach, carved out in an alcove,
Dear Mom, I can’t even begin to tell how you might have reacted to the letter I sent. It was not intended to be hurtful,
unwanted connection to my youth uninterrupted stream of consciousn… first memories linger and manifest periodic reminders of what I can’t… my escape from the void
waves over the mind shivers thru the body. Hope, the thread intertwined, through the life of a living soul.
Where do I let my hopes hang? In the air with scents of flowers… How do I let my emotions reign? Among animals I am not brave enou… Why do I share the shards of my p…
When faced with the worst of human… the obsession became love. It could have become something els… When faced with those who could so… the obsession could have become ha…
The two whirling white clouds of s… One soft and sweet from burning ol… The other harsh and irritating fro… The billowing smoke choked out Pa… But only for the moment where brea…
Pestering funnel of delinquency, hovering in the stratosphere for a… from where we lit the lake of fuel… Spewing and billowing off to the n… forecasting trouble in the lands o…
She said: “Is there more to your… Is being a Marine not enough? I wanted to be a firefighter. I wanted to save people’s lives. I like manning the 50cal machine g…
full, cold-water, facial submersio… eyes closed, holding breath, the park bursts forth with green l… draping down from liberated trees, and yellow—brownish stains of moss…
The leaves drop every fall, yes th… Their genetic residue, like a mill… marking the thousands fallen befor… The next of kin leaflets, bare the… Death is no escape from imperfecti…
All the pain rocks me to sleep. I grew tolerant to the effects, Addicted to the intoxicating isola… Romanticized despair, holding hope… I can follow the trail at the slig…