Writing – Page 2 – cereal after sex

Beehive morning Cold, gray, wet Remembering stars still spinning Dreams in deadlock I just can’t recall the colors or the… Read more.

Vagrant In Hell

The psithurism of the autumn forest flutters as the madmen of the otherworld profit from global uncertainty. I drive the… Read more.

There’s only 12 left again. A pair of tulips, blue and orange. A heartbeat on two lips, river red and… Read more.

At the break of dawn the world is the color of a yellow and green ghost all the madness comes… Read more.

The ancestral drift of dinner plates 5:15 am egg glow a smile in a mirror old antique wall ghost teeth… Read more.

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

there is only time for love and then departure everything else in between is nonsense even through the trees I… Read more.

The baby nearly crawled off the airport food court table because we were too busy arguing. I threw down a… Read more.

This heart beating down to surrender The world taking me apart Piece by piece by piece Turning’ my head around… Read more.

The fair light peaks at dawn this heart flattered by the rush another perilous tick tock another band of blue in… Read more.

War on war is nothing more than war and now we got bullet-proof baby blankets our digital souls manic and… Read more.

It was somewhere between Q-Town and the LA basin of all that glitters and orange grove cathedrals that there came… Read more.