Xanadu
 

An ode to the lines I paint on my upper lash line out towards my brow sometimes black brown purple or pink I like it when the line is...

Small cold jagged piece of metal Easy to lose, impossible to live without. Hard hunk of steel gracefully turns the oppressive lock that...

As I use such an object I hear the soft sounds of writing echo. As ink flows through the tip to the paper, words or drawing magically...

When exasperated I become exhausted. With the flick of a switch I am dim. Trying my hardest to illuminate. I disappoint the sun, I will...

A nomadic lifestyle driven by Instinctual patterns, is the root of a Long legged creature’s legacy In nature. Blood sucking pests replace...

September 17th , 2019 Arsonist’s Delight I Amidst the mayflies And the cattails, Men shrouded in an Eternal faith Danced with the...

I see and write with small, clear circles in my eyes. Without them I'm blind, my perception is negated Without them I'm the old me, who...

They say I must leave my body. Abandon my humble abode. The casement to my soul is much clearer from afar. I must become the grass, the...

My buddy Bob Backed into my blue Jeep In his black Acura. After the banger, On a beautiful Saturday. The baby that i bought on My...

The large scoreboard read to the crowd. 4th quarter, 2 seconds left. Dribble, dribble, shoot, miss. The final buzzer sounds but the...