Consumed Hazel blooms of arcing thunder Level me in awestruck wonder Bought and paid for by her touch Sinking in and swallowed up...

I had an idea for a horror story called 1991 but just ended up writing a poem instead, enjoy: 1991 The year horror takes shape another...

Ligaments And limb by limb Fresher air Intimate Caught in actions Adrenal Flying Colors Bleeding down Pressed against the night...

It can sometimes feel like the fire is going out. Run down. Lost. The world has no passion or color left in it. It's all been worn down...

Sometimes things burn brightly for a time but are not meant to be permanent fixtures. Some are shooting stars and are not meant to be...

So much of our world is manufactured, if not by the political and financial forces around us than by our own minds. We sometimes get lost...