When I was really young my father was making a room in our garage to grow weed and told me to stay out, when I’d ask why he told me he was making me my very own “wonderland” and it was a surprise.
A Divorce in the Gut of the Sun
We used to be drawings of lipstick clouds And Strawberry hearts We lived in our diaries We loved, we bled …
Parchment of Archangels
Nirvana’s Empyrean Valhalla (Heaven) Maybe the page is just as empty as I am, Writing over itself in delirium Marking …
night sketches
Blue light in a high window. Shadow leaps, train darkens past. Grey cat on a glass spiked wall, pads between …
Time Capsule
My mom’s pearls, old family photos, all the dogs and some cats, my family, the Atlantic Ocean, the movie we …
JAWS was on TV on a Saturday Morning
“‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said, ‘To talk of many things: Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax– Of cabbages–and kings– And …
Wrestling the Air
In the pit of my stomach The devil lives in there With a barbiturate honor system A bipolar at …
