Home in a Hairpin
But before I could be compelled to listen to the echoes calling me further. A rider and his horse galloped along the trail. The...
Forlorn Fall Flashbacks
Whenever I am alone, Be it in the morning, Just when the top of the golden sun Peaks over the North Adams mountain tops, As I sip...
Verses (Ars Poetica)
* On this page I’ve placed words. Your first impulse is to fall in love with them as they are considered ‘poetry.’ They are...
Love Story
She feels sick. Kneeling before the porcelain throne, She widens the space between mandible and maxilla And lets cuticles press into...
The Aurorian Atlas
How would I like to sail across the ocean blue, one last time before my eyes shut. I never would’ve thought that I would ever set...
A Place Called Brimstone
I saw strange things through my journey to get here. I went through mysterious places of twisted trees and smoke-filled flowers. ...
Arnold Still Waits
The boy in Venezuela, wiser than his years, learning to draw from the twisted skulls of his father’s tattoo parlor. His hope burns...
Rapacious
I want to write ‘this is mine’ in your skin. Stain it purple and red so it stands out. Sign it with the indentations of canines and...
Predatory
You’re like the creeping frost that outlines my windows; Beautiful, tenuous, and undoubtedly cold. Statuesque limbs and broad shoulders,...
Blue
The bright blue paint was the first thing that greeted me when I walked up to 50 Main Circle. I scanned the structure, from the sides to...
