September 3, 2009 - Leave a Response

Walking is the bloodletting of the dark contents of my brain onto the pavement where they stay safe & secure as I move forward into the day.


Pieces of Me

August 9, 2009 - One Response

I have been scooped out bit by bit and am hollow inside but for a few rotting pieces.

The Past

August 4, 2009 - One Response

I’m having a nostalgic day. Somebody opened up the past and I jumped right in without thinking.

The Dream

August 4, 2009 - Leave a Response

Everything I want is knocking on the door begging me to open up, but I can’t get the damn chain off the lock.

An Instant Message

August 4, 2009 - One Response

I heard your voice, shattered pieces spiraling through empty space, but you did not speak.

The Mist

August 4, 2009 - Leave a Response

The cool of death collides with the warmth of life while spirits rise from the ashes left.

On Writing

August 4, 2009 - One Response

When I tell and don’t show in my writing it is usually when I am passing judgment on myself or others.

From My Morning Walk

July 29, 2009 - Leave a Response

Wind is like the sweet embrace of an old friend whom all your worries melt into and are swept away and for a moment you are at peace.