Maybe I’ll blow my brains out in a car on a crowded American freeway to Mozart with the taste of steak still in my mouth as a fly searches the windshield because all meaning has become a handful of paper confetti. Because the obviousness of everything has murdered all emotion. Because all the wells have […]
Good poetry is clever. Great poetry is truth.
It is hard to tell someone that unicorns do not exist when they are firmly seated on top of one.
Tangled in thorns. I thought I once saw a rose.
It doesn’t matter what you write about. If it has heart people will see that and if it has soul people will feel it.