From Alcatraz by spoon I’ve reached the sea that spans the world though the particular name and location of my free that touches everything is specific as are the bridges there because they are where I call home When I found myself on that shore having abandoned all hope of simple ability to ever walk… Read More BC


There’s too much dis-articulate particulate here vague fragmentation of all left unsaid in the air Everywhere I bend you break me and drop the pieces upon realizing what’s shattered is sharp So you’re right there and I’m left here disarticulated to pick myself up shadowboxing hope and fear of the time I grow the nerve… Read More Disarticulated


I used to think that all downhill from here was a good thing stomach butterflies the careful letting go it’s own reward after the climb because I let myself forget now that it’s been some time about looking over and realizing I’m alone full speed the mountain still before me but now I remember about… Read More Downhill