Drowning in a mirrored reality an old ghost looks back at me through the touchscreen. cracking wrinkled and […]
Month: September 2018
If an heirloom tomato were a body part, might it be a kidney. Quartered and sliced aspirating a […]
“No, you’re not,” “But I mean it’s like nobody wants to hear my voice, my perspective. I’m a […]
Either this dog is getting old or he’s just gotten used to the sunshine and warm nights. Taking […]
Moka pot is empty, the kids are finally into their movie; Lady and the Tramp 2: scamps adventure. […]
Well, i was laying on my side, melting into the mattress, liquid layers of vibrations, carrying me away. […]
A poem that is born from the struggle of trying to constantly manifest all of the sentiments within the poem.
A poem that is born from the struggle of trying to constantly manifest all of the sentiments within the poem.
Where does this energy come from? to generate so many sensations; phenomena, in the usual Buddhist speak. […]
Addiction Replete with silence mistaken for taken sides an escape artist i’ve mastered the illusion of being here […]
