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 […]

Sometimes The Only Thing You Have Left Is Fight

Gathering up your days into something that is meaningful is at times an absolutely daunting task at best when the evening completes your transformation into a haggard shell of what you were when you had awakened. Your shoulders hang limp. Sleep gravity threatens to floor you. There are strange colourful shapes floating in the corners […]