From every work of art,
I’ve writer’s block for the first time in weeks, it’s the first time I’ve taken a break, come back to a blank page in weeks, I…
can’t believe i’m in this place againmy sister’s house out in LAsitting with all the treesthinking about you and meand how life always seemsto get in the waymaybe it’s all this fresh airi’ve been running frommaking a home out east insteadliving in all the seamsof what used to bea full and…
My Golden Sun
The golden shield feels my face,then I realize it’s always been mine
A Poem
Fear, a faulty breath, suffocates and ensnares-
an appalling and triumphant masculinitywas in this manwith his petable service…
a reminiscence about the bender