How to say how I long for you Like an obsession, black, oozing, Gripping my mind with inky talons I’ll handle it. With my hands I’ll handle it. Grappling. My fingers lock around its neck and I squeeze. I’ll squeeze until it bursts in colors…

There isn’t a lot that frightens me. not anymore Anyway. It would seem that maybe death Should But it won’t. It can’t. It doesn’t. Stepping outside, the sun burns. A fire in an aqua sky. Sustaining life, yet scorching, enough to maim Without even a…

Good morning beautiful people,  Allow myself to introduce…(myself) choosing only now to do so, of course. (What artist isn’t a well practiced procrastinator?) I am a writer (one of many) in L.A. That’s all anyone needs to know for now. This marathon will be my…