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 […]

Her Flower is the Rain

She absently plays with the stitches across her lips. Her eyes have more sky than sky. Laughter like wind chimes she holds out her hands to collect the rain hides all her light where nobody is allowed and I’ve walked past her a million times a million times.

Everything

Old habits hang like nooses brushing against my throat against my thoughts tightening across everything that I’ve become. I’m sorry that we fight like this but fighting is what everything has taught me to do. Sometimes I want to break down like an old car because of everything that has built up but Father would […]

On Writing A Novel

There comes a point in writing a novel that you get hooked on it, fall in love with writing it. You have to. You need to. With all the countless hours that you put into it with all the times you go over it down to the finest detail drawing it out filling a cork-board […]