Place This Call

It’s a drunken late night call I want to say something, hear your voice I get the machine I don’t like its tone I say…

Rip Tide

Squinting with eyes swollen and corner sludge the sunlight pierced the windshield. White reflection, a green hue colored my washed out skin as I drove…

Waiting Hands

Spit out and gurgling into waiting hands. Born of violence and love, contradiction is forever a part of the soul. That childhood picture of me…