“Many women throughout my life have said I could never be their loverUntil they realize forty dollars and their light bill is a motherfucker,            “Especially, when her EBT is not enough for ground beef and eggsNow a motherfucka...

How did i forget your face when i can still feel your embrace? How come i still smell you, but fail to recognize these pictures in which i held you? My disease is the worst. At least that’s what people say...

Hope migrates tosunny island shores.There is no sorrow,roses always bloom,and the birds of paradisefly forever free.The salty oceancleanses the rotfrom the skinand the heart.

My gothic castle stands  with spires outstretched  like fingers dipping into  the thunderclouds.   Blue stained-glass  windows for eyes. Colors of the sea beam through.    Though in this mind  the light distorts into something paradoxical.    Something  hauntingly beautiful.  So I ink the page with words    that evoke  internal ghosts within  my readers...

That clinking you hear within my chest, is a heart beating against its confinement,  one in the cold iron of chains. My soul itself rattles at the pain.   Wild hearts need to be free and unchained.  Embracing my wild heart I did, I found strength...