Baby, You're Blue # 1048 The blues in National Geographic range from a Pantone 532C to a Pantone 290C --- This series is making develop fetishes for blues, evidently.
I can't sleep or I'll get drunk, On the lucid liquid I sip in my dreams. If I fall too deep I won't wake up Because I'll dream of you, alive and well, My hair is long and my hands are full With dandelions from the garden we planted. If I sleep I'll remember everything... Continue Reading →
Audio Sampling of Haunted House
Howdy, Hello, Bonjour. I posted Haunted House: The Poem on Sunday night-- Find it Here-- Today I'm releasing the audio sampling of Haunted House on SoundCloud. Haunted House has to do with my father's death, issues inheritance, betrayal and trust. Four years ago when my father died, his best friend stole my inheritance. When I went... Continue Reading →
November
I made a promise, To a girl I never knew, That I'd see Daddy again, In November, Three years later. Every day I'd miss my opportunity To prove myself to this strange girl. And with December at our door And the sky growing dark I know I will break my promise to her. From her... Continue Reading →
Skin: A Excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Skin Tattered and pulled Too tight Too loose. My skin, Scarred and ruined And wounded. Saddened and angered By my life By my choices. These ungodly marks I stare at in the mirror- Remind me Of the journey I’ve led, Of the purple path I choose When everything was blue. Of the bowls I pushed... Continue Reading →
Grab a Bowl
This one is for me. Because I deserve at least one. l/r
Grab a Bowl
I'm whipping up something magical for you. l/r
Oliver: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
Oliver My first reaction when my mom told me she had a surprise was that she was sending me off to be married. I don’t know why that’s what I thought, but it was. While I sat in the car with her and Richie all I could imagine was meeting a teenage boy who would... Continue Reading →
Coins: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir
CoinsI can’t tell you the amount of coinsMy father found when he was alive.Pennies,Nickels,Dimes.All aligned waiting for him,To stop and pick up.He’d catch a glimpse of their silvery,Faces,Laying flat and unimportant on the sidewalk.When he’d pick them up I’d smileIn amazement that he could spot so manyOf these neglected, inconspicuous currency;While others walk so proudly... Continue Reading →
Famous Last Words 