Time and Forgetting Felt the sting / drag / last cigarette / back / throat / drowning / the alcohol on their breath / clinging reality / smash my fist / colors / reminder / blushed cheeks / dull ache / night alone / curled…

Rapunzel they called him,  Rapunzel he was, A prince to some, a common son of a baker to others But they never asked him where he came from. His golden locks were too distracting, His soft features confusing He often sent suitors weeping when they…

Storybook clouds are high, white piles in brilliant blue. There’s an elephant!

if you were a song you would echo through concert halls permeate every anhedonic state richly vibrate between the seats and wet lashes you’d bring them to their feet the way you brought me to my knees if you grew from the earth your colors…

She rook a somber stroll one day In hopes to clear her mind She came upon a rundown shack The bleakest you could find Its outer walls covered in vines ’twas dark and dusty too And peering through its window pane A storm began to…

The only window in my room, Remain open, without a view. The outside world, is too poisoned. Too dangerous to even peak. Now covered with old mirror, it speaks. Mirror, mirror on the window, What can you share to me? How was the world going?…

Artists Salvaging Civilization What are you knitting? I’m knitting a nail to hold up the sky. What are you drawing? I’m drawing a wine glass to capture the sea. What are you singing? I’m singing a tune of pavements and curbs. What are you cooking?…

  Within the warm yellowed pages Of a hardcover Sherlock Holmes In the family library, Nestles a brownish Sunflower Mellowed, wiser, ageing gracefully Each passing day. Hues of space, Tints of rusted nails And a flavour of oaks Defines its presence, For it is more…

there I sat, under the oak, knitting a sunflower, taller than most, whose stem was a moonbeam, stitched mostly in stars, when a satchel of moondust fell, smack, down from Mars, and spattered my work with galaxy dust and it rampantly rose, as I’m sure…

Like the sunflower, he opens his heart Please, do not pull it apart Living in the present is difficult That is life of the occult   As hard as hardback, it is hard to turn Right or left, near or far Please, make him stay…