Happy

If he saved himself I would be happy. If he had a little jar of air I would be happy to poke some breathing holes. Summer ends as his swollen body returns only to be eaten by tiny bugs and worms. Grass is greener over hereā€¦ a ghost is fog that lingers near. Try to […]

Spidery Veins

I dye thick curls in cherry pie filling. If the scent catches your attention… follow the trail of crunched up leaves, abandon your clothes in the tall trees. I’ll pack down the trail, the weeds and the dead leaves. Stale flowers crumble in the breeze. Around us the moon spills for miles around I hear […]