My mouth is dry unlike the weather – rain hammers onto my hood – flows off – there’s a waterfall in front of my face as I fast walk from where I’ve been. Angling my head to avoid the water brings brown strings of flesh scattered across the cement to my attention: worms, too many to count, all on their way like me.
The best moments were when things got unreal, when creativity ran wild…
No one wants to accept that the person that they are would not put up with the person that they are.
If it isn’t clear by now the stories and poems that make up Jam Session are far from traditionally structured – they benefit from additional context.
Joe spent every moment of his missing something but never figured out what.
The Pines of Rome was a ship with a body of oak though the crew in possession of her had no way of knowing that…
Entropy is about the dissolution of order, a book without a genre meant to be experienced at a confusing time in the reader’s life. I’ve pledged to donate one copy… Read more Entropy →
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… Read more Entropy: the dissolution of order →