Smear Jon Hillenbrand, 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 meteor in a plain beige grassy field. If you drip out, I hope you are absorbed by a rock and not a sponge, preserved for the ages not the moments you would be more than capable of irradiating. Poetry LifelosslovephilosophyphotographyPoetryrelationshipswomen
Poetry Perspective May 27, 2010December 30, 2015 This is a poem I wrote about how inspired to write I feel whenever I’m out running at night. Usually I think of a lot of things to write, but then I start to forget everything as fatigue sets in. Quick, run inside The words will hide Cuz’ words don’t… Read More
Poetry Snow on Black Tar January 24, 2013March 30, 2016 In the desert, the sand on top of the sand is almost like a talcum powder… Read More
Poetry Ten Minute Lunch October 5, 2010December 30, 2015 Today I spent ten minutes eating my lunch on the rickety wire furniture adrift in the shadow of a building. These autumn days chill shadowed areas to blue, but I was not shivering because of the cold and the shadow was cast not by the sun, but by the presence of my former love inside…. Read More