he staples a sign to a telephone p… hoping that anyone can help him find it winter is coming and he dreads the thought of it
long begrimed with dust a floor looking for a broom love me for my scuffs
he lights one last flame home is where the burning is bed of devil’s rest
the blade has always been dull how it was made never
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure
A long lone bicycle ride there. I have to stay off the booze. I have to stay off Facebook.
illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job
Women were placed at the flames, accused of witchcraft, and the smoke of murder rose to the heavens. Man’s ignorant spirit bursting up to the gods, as if they didn’t already know how vi...
walking down the path that leads t… from 15th street i pass the same pothole that was t… twenty-two years ago as black and as deep as it was
i’m usually a dog person but when i returned to Austin afte… i met JD who offered me a place to crash while his roommate Karen was out o…
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
on the surface you are correct he was an asshole a drunk maybe even
a man who tries to possess the moo… would understandably be called arrogant a man who tries to possess the sun would rightfully be told he was
peering into your eyes i am trying to understand you hoping to know you a little better with each glance when the world is mad
