- 23 Jul 20134View
What it Was to Graduate
To the ones who have glimpsed this city stripped
down to the urban bones the Eye is blind to,
- 25 Jul 20131View
Realist I've ever Wrote
Maybe this is the realist I've ever Wrote this blueberry is the best I've smoked Maybe a just miss
- 10 Oct 20131View
Ode to Tinsel Town
The only thing that moves here are the shadows
The only thing that dances are dry leaves
- 05 Jan 20142View
These hills have got me hugging pillows.
Restless I chew a new landscape into cheek,
A shanty to
- 20 Apr 2014View
The Man On The Bus Has A Knife
The man on the bus has a knife.
He opened his coat
and took it out of his belt.
Blade long and
- 27 Sep 20141View
A confusion of ivy—
The city’s heart is steel and stone.
Smokestacks slouch in the
- 27 Sep 2014View
A tower stands among a fist of smaller structures,
middle finger to the sky—
Man’s “I am” answer
- 15 Oct 20142View
With tracksuit bottoms over warm ' jamies',
Maggy emerges from her dust filled hole.
On the icy
- 03 Feb 2015View
I dance because the earth is lumpy.
Sun grows in my stomach when the
world is flat but it’s never
- 26 Jan 2019View
Woolgathering, passing footnotes a slow,
On this path where hooves before did tow.
With the script