There was nothing soft about her fragrance That whiskey breath Could peel the chrome off the bumper Of my ’83 Chevy But god-damn I loved
Why does this caged beast sing While the world burns around it Lulled by deaf-tone melodies Placate with the newest of things And the prettiest
I have two books now available on Amazon. Beyond The Field – an illustrated short story and COLDER – a collection of poetry and prose.
I can’t remember How many days it’s been Lost in these hours Through deep exhale The crisp autumn air Burns cold With each inhale There’s
I sat at the edge of something, contemplating anything. Like so many times before, I try to look up, but could only stare down into
And sometimes the blue turns to grayAs lost puppies push their nose into the sandDigging along the shoreFor something, anythingWasting away, starving, thirstyHow long can