Aaron Echoes August

I scratched in my personal notebook with a blue ink pen because I was upset again: Why are you so… Read more.

A Boxer In the Dark of the Car

There’s something about lemonade in the summer that just hits me. Like right now, I can see the glass pitcher… Read more.

Hello everyone, I just wanted to let you know that I have published a book and that it is now… Read more.

She is beautiful on a space sofa The ambient drive of a midnight cockatoo tail A tale of breathlessness A… Read more.

Engine soul of autumn gone Spring on the precipice The green, the warmth The birthing forth of old new life… Read more.

What is wrong with me, I wonder. There is this desert of thought. Dry sand blown by the wind tossed… Read more.

Wind and rain Pain of insane Windmills clucking The flat, green Netherlands Catastrophic rainbows Exploding on the edge of time… Read more.

I was in some village in Georgia The buildings were of white brick with black trim The luscious homes of… Read more.

Blue house, yellow sky, black tree Stone walls, unruly brush, goldenrods The sun is round and colored a deep orange… Read more.

I was in Los Angeles again I could tell by the sky That dome-like bubble The smog Making the world… Read more.

“I can make anything happen. There are no restraints,” I said aloud to myself as I drove my car down… Read more.

I am nothing this noc A rare disturbance A human coil of turmoil No one ever loved They just whipped… Read more.