Breathe

I stepped outside into the backyard to have a smoke There by the light that never gets turned off I twisted inside myself from the…

Not Tonight

I pressed my palms against my eyes so hard I watched Willy Wonka pixels dance in small squares blue orange and white  

Sun On Rocks

    There is something to be said About the Cold blue ice The breath of winter But it’s sunshine We all seek   You…

winter wash

Bare beyond belief upon the sand under the stand of the lifeguard they sat on an empty landscape with the breeze blowing tender to the…