Nights unsatisfied, moans disappear as does the sighing moon, full, but unshaken. The light is too bright, and all is seen. Nights of slow fucks, tender words, and perfect Lifetime Movie Network momen… more →
Firefly Chronicleswrote 2 months ago: Nights unsatisfied, moans disappear as does the sighing moon, full, but unshaken. The light is too b … more →
wrote 2 months ago: I am sorry for my absense; this is quite the time frame to have written nothing. I just recently, an … more →
wrote 4 months ago: I’ve been writing, as a poet, for over two years, now, and actively looking for a job for one. … more →
wrote 5 months ago: The sound of his snoring a lawnmower in the distance, takes me to the days of painted on tiger strip … more →
wrote 5 months ago: Staying awake for no reason. Seasons change nightly, treason Can’t hold me back from love a wh … more →
wrote 5 months ago: Like standing in a cornfield maze, the sun setting and not caring if you’ll get out in time. Like ca … more →
wrote 5 months ago: The bells linger roadside where once they were on our ankles now at our ankles, remind us of the mus … more →
wrote 5 months ago: Moon and stars, spinning out from sidewalk chalk, an alarm clock critic killing surrealism. What do … more →
wrote 5 months ago: I can hear your rumbling dog-howl siren voice. Cries that echo dilapidated across desert, my mind. T … more →
wrote 5 months ago: I walk suburban periphery, dance in the domestic rain of mechanical snakes, and love in stray cat si … more →
wrote 5 months ago: Had a bad couple days, but bouncing back. The Cynic Online Magazine published my work Bridges and I … more →
wrote 6 months ago: Let me save you the time, spare you paradigm. Poet of the brash, thrashing heart should clash agains … more →
wrote 6 months ago: But here we are, after many battles and years, tall and bold with roots far less petrified than we i … more →
wrote 6 months ago: I remember my first crush. He was a taller, muscular young man. We kissed, and played around, and I … more →
wrote 6 months ago: Winter’s drought secludes the soul, paralyzes eyes, mind, bodies. Excruciating apathy, dancing … more →
wrote 6 months ago: The desert holds, the cactus, with no self control, or restrictions to its harshness. Tries to burn … more →
wrote 6 months ago: It isn’t darkness that crawls. Light does. It creeps whereas Darkness dwells. Shadows are thei … more →
wrote 6 months ago: I can’t say it bothered me, in the beginning, when we left them together. Our guitars lay enta … more →
wrote 6 months ago: Magnet polarity, push keep the tensions high press deep into my abdomen as do your fingers and nails … more →