Finer Things of Spring

Clear to the bottom, life emerges and rushes around. Icicles break and float like driftwood into slim streams bursting with … More

Dreaming>Adulting

It’s not fair. It just isn’t fair. I love you and you love me too. It’s not fair to you; … More

It’s a simple catastrophe, laughing when you’re too tired to cry. All the mania, an extra terrestrial invading your mind. … More

Hello, it’s me. I’m the body to the face you should recognize but don’t. Cruel you. So many years we … More

This was inspired by a post written by Scrunch Foldington – There is No Hell Like an Old Hell I … More

I want to find our place, a place under moonbeams, high above the roaring tides. I want to find our … More

I wished for colorful ink. I bought colorful pens. I wanted this book to have more pictures. I had none. … More

“Imprint your message on my heart. Carve it in deeply. Like blood your message will pump through me and I’ll … More

Ragged running, too many cooks in a misshapen kitchen. We don’t fit. Throwing our words back. This isn’t working. Others … More

He sang out into the open sky. The clouds grew puffy like crying eyes; birds stopped chirping and it began … More

Perfection is an odd deformity amongst the wild beauties with their messy hair and artisan lifestyles. Artists. Coffee cups left … More

An elusive flash of light, gleaming green embers, intruded the quiet Maple Street. I can’t recall what caused them, aliens, … More

I want to write a pretty song but I can never hear myself think. The noises outside pursue me and … More