arxvis

my 4th book with poems&drawings

ageism

you’d love my body filled with scars this open book of memoires hieroglyphs that everyone reads living story of their…

tearsalt

dear old teardrop sit and watch the rain watch the river pass commit your words of sadness on the bluegrass…

survival means more life?

I can kill you a zillion times – back, forth, back – you remain a post-taste, something unrecognizable, even more…

return no longer come back or more words or post this and connect just a smooth circle now rerunning itself…