I stand still

I swam upstream
through treacherous currents
of criticism and strain
to find myself at the mouth of the river
facing certain death in…

The Spell

In a dead garden of evergreen somewhere deep in L.A. you made me laugh the hardest. You said your name was Donna but I knew you were lying…

The mockery of the blue sock

He wakes up with a jolt. The red numbers greet him, it is 8:03am.