Ecstasy or Pain

Will you be sincere  Whispering into the juice box (jukebox) scared The music, after all the lights are turned out for the day, still plays for ghostly spirits past midnight once a perverted chill takes hold of the concrete. In the Pacific North-West a lone trail rolls through forest bending into Klamath hill.  An orange […]

Reflections on Moving Glass

What makes man understand unconditional love, while realizing that one can embody a demeanor, or outlook, that is inferior, evil, unconscious? What makes time pass by slowly under the employment of a generation before me that has lost all regard for the value in youth? And pass quickly under the sky alone or with a […]

Workshop Poetry

Don’t forget the market on Sunday, Don’t forget your Mama. Dotted lights spell coffee behind my eyes,  Blonde hair is braided, cutoff, and thrown away – Drowned in an awkward soda. Cover your mouth. Her eyes dart around the room suspicious of you, followed by a man in yellow… “You’re writing novels over there?” Of […]