Summer sunday morning. Angry nineties grunge rock serenading the neighborhood through screens of open windows. Fresh coffee brewing.

Our idols wear tricky costumes and our peers promote purposeless possessions and projects while our promiscuous pursuits permeate from pathetic powers lacking the passionate presence we...

He watched in wonder as her fingers fluttered thrusting thread over thread in perpetuant poetry. Her hair flowed fluidly

I am cursed or maybe haunted With wildly vivid dreams At least those that I remember Which are few and far between If you only knew the horror

Great match out there tonight, at least that’s what I was told. I had to deal with things, obligations to uphold. The crowd wasn’t much,

I went away Disappeared for nearly ten years. I came back Revitalized

I’m living my life in reverse. Best years last Worst years first Troubled waters drift behind The coast is clear

I’m feeling like an airplane that is coming apart at the rivets. My insides are swirling in a violent rage and my soul is struggling to contain the chaos. I’m two days in on a THC fast ...

Vile is the predator That preys upon the minds Of the young and impressionable For the sake of control As a child I was exposed

I almost always cry For the weddings that I see God decided long ago That this is not the life for me It is all I’ve wanted

I love the way he sleeps, my little puppy dog. He stretches out his feet, and makes himself so long. His nose tucked in his paws,

It’s painful being alone Having not chosen so Forever feeling worthless Unwanted leftover gross Left to rot where time forgot

The highs get high. The lows get low. Somehow I’m never in between. I try to try. I know you know.

She appeared out of thin air turned my world upside down. She touched my life and made me feel real. Suddenly and