Moon soaked and heavy headI walk down a lit street and talk to the street lightsMar 26, 2021Mar 26, 2021
I was caught in between a foreign city’s lights — the blinking of buildings turned to stars of…And her gaze. The whites in her eyes. I have no metaphor for this. She had enough light in there to awaken something within me (was this a…Mar 13, 2018Mar 13, 2018
Wtf is Kombucha?Seriously though, I haven’t written on Medium in almost two years — and that’s the title that I’m sticking with.Mar 13, 2018Mar 13, 2018
Cursed GroundBrother. Sister. Mom. Someone near. Pull me from Heaven if that’s where I’m half-headed. I am not ready, yet I hear the wind whistling from…Jan 25, 2017Jan 25, 2017
A smile, a real one.Happiness is to each their own. A family to the Christian girlfriend is happiness, as forgiveness is to the man who lost his unforgivable…Jan 15, 2017Jan 15, 2017
Campfire of the mind.Let’s play the piano together. You and I. You sit here, and I sit next to you. I’ll start with a long F. You with a quick hit at the E. I…Jan 15, 2017Jan 15, 2017
Fear’s fight.The door wasn’t my own to break. I fought it with a swing, the kind my dad once gave to me. I danced inside my head to a Hans Zimmer…Jan 15, 2017Jan 15, 2017
