Writing – Page 4 – cereal after sex

The storms lull dreams to Wonderland And I was suddenly sleeping in a bakery case I was lying right next… 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.

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

In a town called Shithole, Wyoming Where all good dreams skid, crash, and die The interstate exhaust hangs thick in… Read more.

The wetness of the town out there As I sit at the window in the coffee shop The soft clank… Read more.

A small airplane poked a hole in the cup of the Big Dipper Ran it right through… like a missile… Read more.

When in the back of your mind you know you are dying and you try to push it away …… Read more.

She is like the light the blue light, that crops life into some picture-perfect kiss and heart wandering I go,… Read more.

this angel skull of Harlem doesn’t sing or sink like the wind. it’s laundry day in Manitowoc, the MAT is… Read more.

The moon has its own scars, just like the sun and all the planets. Most men and women have scars… Read more.

The murals of human clouds. Bakers in bakeries thinking of what it would be like to not have to wake… Read more.