Dusty Trumpets

Let me love you furiously like death loves the young and fire loves a tree. Let me take your hand and put it on the trigger. Let’s turn everything into just plain murder. Let’s give them all Hell for having birthed us. Let’s scream off the agony of being and beat down the cages just […]

When Dreams Become Dried Husks

It’s always time for the rodeo now that I’ve firmly accepted the fetal position as a way of life. Because when doubt comes barging in like a mad cocaine pirate I welcome it on board with streamers and balloons. She says that I used to be somebody while the mirror lies in the trash in […]