Must be read in the voice of a political attack ad. Christopher Lane claims he’s right for America, but what is he really hiding? do you thi...

the Peach is a damn sexy fruit if I could love a fruit like a woman I would love a Peach strong but soft sweet but tart the fuzz tickles my ...

You never know what may happen how fate plays games with our lives rolls the dice cut chords or ties them speed bumps, heart attacks, or hea...

This is beauty, the way skin bounces off clouds shouted to a thickened sky of a heaven too tired to listen and I feel a step closer to god w...

Side stepping the truth The poet kept his feet moving Across the steel and stone Wandering the back of the fallen colossus Searching for wor...

i feel like a skin tree roots that uproot at a moments notice, limbs that stretch toward to sun warmed in the morning kiss of sunrise finger...

these hands stay idle too long in a day they should be freed from this wage slavery so they can lewis-and-clark the crevasses of my skull an...

i smelled you on my skin today sugary sweet as if you had slipped in while I slept traced footsteps on my eyelids left before I woke no note...

I have never sailed along the Dalmation coast do the boats have spots?

Last night I went to hunt down KuK to wish him a happy birthday. Couldn't find the bastard, dagnabit. En route, I scored a chimichanga a...

Sedona was great. I rolled up north with my ever-present hetro-companion KuK and his friend Kevin. Now Kevin and I have had a unique relatio...

On a commonplace Tuesday morning, not unlike that Sunday morning 60 years before, destined for infamy they held hands as they fell It was a ...

Current Mood: sleepy Current Music: Tool "The Grudge" This is the obligatory post-Nationals post. I'm not sorry for the lengt...

Current Mood: mellow Current Music: NIN "the Wretched" Dropped by the Blunt Club at PI last night with KuK and Tony D, as a nice ...

the Beats never spoke to me Ginsburg, Burroughs, and Kerouac sat alongside Donne, Milton, and Sidney in the list of poets I'd read to gr...

Current Mood: energetic Current Music: U2 "God Will Send His Angels" While sipping coffee on my patio this morning, I finishe...

boys are the carbon copies of their fathers chromosomes filling in the 'why' do we do the things we do patterns of patterns of past ...

On her 19th birthday, 1431, Jeanne d'Arc had already been held by the English for a month after being sold by Jean de Luxembourg, an Ang...

Current Mood: lonely Current Music: Tonic "My Old Man" ... coincidence ... spooky ... the third sunday in june came and went wi...

Trailer: Opens on the vacant desert. We see a scorpion cross the sand then run across asphalt. It pauses. We wait. Suddenly, the frame is fi...