In the darkness of the Underworld, a faded hush fills the lungs of every soul. Moonbeams light the way for a little goddess to tiptoe alongside purple Water Lilies and peachy pink Lotuses. Persephone wrists and the curve of her neck share the same pale…

Why did I do I do this? Was it because I thought I could deliver some creative justice To a world that is hurting, its black and blue bruises starting to show through? What made me think my voice could change anything? What words could…

Moonbeam dancing in the night Fog washing over The hush of the evening Like concrete crashing down Canteen empty Coffee all dried up On the dock, I sit Like an old forgotten novel upon a shelf gj

I Wish   I wish I was an artist So that everyone could see The beauty and the heartache That dwell inside of me   I wish I was a singer So that everyone could hear My tragedies and triumphs My anxieties and fear  …

Shivering in my animal print hospital gown, I greet this white-robed agent of pain with a determined frown I ask: What torture gadget are you bringing me now? “Now, now my dear. Dr’s orders, you hear.” Proceeding to stand myriads of needles in my thigh,…

Meet for the beasts, in secrecy, gathering to mete out punishments which are considerable ecstasies for the witches most deserving secretions of pleasure which swoon and sway the minds of mortals beyond the cold fire of countable cardinality consistent to an abhorrent scale given over…

Take us on your ride, Sally. What does that mean? What normal people have you ever seen? Maybe I over anticipate what you’ll say. Maybe your characters will live in a normal way. They’ll have joys and pains, sunshine and rain And when it’s all…

“My Sunshine Away” Your loving eyes Your beautiful heart Please don’t take… Your wonderous smile Your boisterous laugh Please don’t take… Your strong arms Your protective embrace Please don’t take… The sound of crushing metal The smell of burning rubber Please don’t take…My Sunshine Away…

Just one more moment is all I need to breathe the words “Tu me manques” On your lips

My name isn’t Sam. I won’t pester you to eat Foods that have somehow managed to survive years beyond their shelf life. I won’t ask you to do silly things like give mice cookies or milk in glasses. Instead, I’ll invite you to come spend…