it was one of those days where the river seemed so dark it was swallowing the clouds whole instead of reflecting them in the sky you sat...

But let me ask you just one last time. Does this match? Do we match? Let’s blend in to keep ourselves hidden, protected, conformed with...

move in with a stranger take a two wk vacation go somewhere nice florida perhaps tell her you love her at that beach by monster’s cove...

i was flipping quarters off my elbow drinking jungle juice to push me through the grey hue of the dirty weather day there are flowers on...

i used to want to be an airplane when i grew up i’m not sure if that was foreshadowing to the 10 million unrealistic expectations i’d be...

The grass used to cut itself & we used to fall in love watching the sun sink into bare hand reaching towards the sky from our condo...

i’m going to write a poem about a baby the baby looks like its mother’s mother & nothing like its father except when he’s playing a riff...