all for you

i crush my cigarette in the ash tray one last time one last time i feel the sweet heavy burden on my chest we weren’t meant to live forever, i heard someone say steel resolve pulses through my veins i may not live forever… …but i won’t leave her to face it all alone it’s […]

Discovering Anselm Kiefer

It was the fall of 2001. 9/11 was on the horizon. I was studying in Denmark for a semester and enjoying the early autumn light. My fellow students and I were given tours of several attractions and museums early in the semester. I was introduced to Anselm Kiefer’s work at the Louisiana Museum. I was […]

how to save a life

i saw horrible things, my dear horribly wasted innocent babies your stomach would turn eyes would bleed and hearts would swell we live in a beautiful world choose your glances carefully shrivelled grass and skin blow in the wind like torn pages life is but a dream, they say tortured by bandits & penniless drifters […]

can you see

i saw horrible things, my dear horribly wasted innocent babies your stomach would turn eyes would bleed and hearts would swell we live in a beautiful world choose your glances carefully shrivelled grass and skin blow in the wind like torn pages life is but a dream, they say tortured by bandits & penniless drifters […]

On Maturation

Some day your voice will mature, having lived many more years. Having shed many more tears. You will know more about yourself. You will have earned the right to have something to say. When the days of testosterone madness and crazed manic proclamations have evaporated. Perhaps a small book could be squeezed from your veins. […]