Atomic Pink Summer
We must strike while the iron is hot pink!
JAKE
A Monstrous Inadequacy
But the brain is not dead. It quivers and thumps as if it contains a beating heart.
The Sacred Breath of God
These days I’m always obeying the various voices in my ears.
Sand Dollar
my mother cracks it open to show me the little doves inside
Kübler-Ross Knuckle Tattoo
Sure we sink into the depression, the low tide surging to riptide and pulling us out and away with the poets. But it has to be deeper than that.
Mine
Coming home. A dog sometimes. Desire. Living.
CRIPPLING SELF DOUBT
A recipe for anxious thought