Stories of Words. Words used as misunderstanding, satire that goes straight over the wall and the secret of why words hurt so much.Words go deep inside us. Children are proud when they learn to read,... More > then they find out how much words that are their's hurt them. The stories are funny and sad and lonely and scared and brash and boasting. They are objects we invented that along the way became our soul and our heart that are used against us. And that we use against them.< Less
Heart's home perfect, in a journey through longing memories, a girl's mid July tears, wars fought in the soul and in the mind, homecoming when a photo is an entirety of a child, an urban legend... More > linking past beauty with current sad age and most happy ending, letters to the founder of me, a 12-year old going blind and the splendid joy at the finality, a mad miracle at Fifth and Lex, a November gray skied and promise of snow, Gojira, an only hope, a Leif that causes trembles in midnight irony, these and more, to someone waiting for me and for them maybe, a welcome home long time running back to deep Autumn and a friend's face never forgotten for one single second. A love story, all of it. Let me tell you once upon a time on a snowy country road come November....< Less
Horrific love. Lovely horror.
The shimmer beyond the spider's web,
Silver in the Sun.
.In mathematical opera, the poet no one knows.
A young boy who
lived in the moon,
Come to Earth to
kill the giant... More > lizard,
The most terrible horror? The senseless kind.
Why? The chaos of unknown.
Young Goodman Brown, round
For another witch vigil.
Tarantula you are.
Snakes float in your summer Sun eye.
Zombies find spaceships to take them from ruin.
A moment, human, in bas relief.
This peculiar madhouse.
When his eyes be as blue as the sea.
A small dance in November sun.
All layers and mixtures.
Watch as they play, as they try not to give
They, as we, deserve their day.< Less