No one wants to accept that the person that they are would not put up with the person that they are.
This book would hold the elevator door open for you, but not if you needed the exercise from the stairs.
The story of an invention that gives opposite sides of a dispute the chance to settle issues through a shared-dream scenario.
Excited to announce the publication of my newest book; Entropy is without a genre and meant to be experienced as a painting. Available on Amazon and through me, hope you all give it a read.
Listen to the story's song before reading My death was painless, quick, but the afterlife is a pop-up ad, inescapable. I think I remember looking one way but not the other, maybe the blow of a horn, definitely the thud of my body and CRACK of my skull against street. Even though I could think... Continue Reading →
Listen to the story's song before reading “You just can’t.” My dad said as I finished wrapping white tape around his gargantuan knuckles, “Not until you take a hit yourself.” I finished, dropped the hand to grab his left, started to wrap at the edge of one of the many bruises that colored his flesh.... Continue Reading →
Listen to the story's song before reading There was a mean old lady that lived in the apartment downstairs. The farthest she would ever go from her home was her porch where she would sit and smoke long cigarettes that looked like her fingers. She acted nice, said hi to me and my sister whenever... Continue Reading →
Listen here Poetry from song lyrics. I got burn holes in my hoodies all my homies think it’s dank Up on melancholy hill How did it end up like this? I wake up every evenin’ With a big smile on my face Ain’t no rest for the wicked Sugar we’re going down swingin’. ... Continue Reading →