April 24, 2016

Does the trash you see tumbling top over bottom in the wind remind you of me?

January 5, 2016

January 5, 2016

January 4, 2016

May 8, 2015

I drink bad water to get a disease
To give to the girl who said ‘baby, please’
With lips as dry as a December leaf
That cracked just as easy beneath my feet

December 12, 2013

December 10, 2013