it is as unfortunate as it is true that at what i thought to be the end of it all, i had wiped far more
Category: Poetry & Prose
On The Way Down
I dared to lick the stars from your face That September evening, caught in the throes Of a downward spiral, coming from a place I
Sacrifice
Lay me down On a fleeting Expanse of stillness Caress the waves Over my lassitude As I embrace The reticence within Spreading forth From open
Small Deaths
i’ve never felt quite right wrapped in confusion at the perceived motivations around me never really a direction but displacement from the things and the
These Days Drip From Me
there’s a strangeness to these days that i can’t quite put a finger on the persistent tapping in the back of my mind that once
Parade
Like an all-inclusive, unescapable Parade route through madness Everybody loves this, so they say Tossing candy, waving to the pretty lady Saluting distant, vacant eyes
The Stories In Between 