They say a bottle is a bottle.A bottle is a sippy cup.And even if you dress them up. The negativity is still on the hunt.For a sippy cup with syrup is still syrup.Alcohol or juice. Pill diet or produce.And when the...

Look what a hot ember it is! Dipped into a fiery horizon from which hell screams, torching a bleeding cold blue sky.   The barricade of night, thawed into a limp mold can no longer hold a form upheld by nocturnal façades.   Tis’ a day of new beginnings. Why...

“I’m dead inside,” you say. Like a graveyard at midnight.   No mourners here to trod untrodden paths by your headstone.   Soulless and moonlit, an empty body, a starless night sky.   Heretic prayers, unheard, fall on silent winds.   I call your name, wordless in my incantation.   I yearn to feel you breathe inside me.   Take this lifeless carcass and...