Sing me to sleep Jon Hillenbrand, October 28, 2011May 10, 2013 I have a song in my heart that I like to listen to. Maybe sometime I’ll whisper it to you from my lips to your lips and that song will sit in your heart as well. Poetry
Poetry Irrational Fear of Thunder May 28, 2013September 7, 2015 Tie a ribbon on the things that you want, pink or red and it doesn’t matter for the poem of life will continue with or without you. Read More
Poetry Smear July 1, 2012December 30, 2015 I wouldn’t change a thing about you. It would change the skipping of the record and labotomize us both…then we could share an IV bottle together, honey nectar for veinous rivers. Path forward, through the universes, chopping with my fingers through the literal weeds. You’re a sunlit green and black… Read More
Poetry Crystallized Porcelain January 27, 2019January 27, 2019 Crystallized porcelain alights on the window of the poet, waiting for him to notice. He watches as the sun melts her just enough to fall away and glide on the wind like a smoke. She turns, rises and falls like a bedroom breath, glittering through his life, a chaos of… Read More