Call Me Kaleidoscope
Blue As I get older I find myself gravitating more toward the blue tide. It probably comes as no surprise that I am a deeply introspective person. I love philosophy, […]
Blue As I get older I find myself gravitating more toward the blue tide. It probably comes as no surprise that I am a deeply introspective person. I love philosophy, […]
I wrote this letter using simple language in the hopes of reaching those aspects of myself which may still be children. The pronouns were a struggle so there may be […]
It’s all my fault. A few days ago our sofa was delivered. Sam scrambled to find the bungee cord we use to tie open the front door so that the […]
She was given to ambedo, to psychic tides and reckless flights of premonition. She ripped clouds from the sky and addressed them without regard to their eminence. She sewed poetry […]
The sky splits into stitches of color and in their wake my life dissolves. I am only an impression, spurious and effervescent. I hold my breath, dipping my face and […]
Your cheeks heavy with lutalica and the acerbic sting of mediocrity leave me feeling helpless. I have nothing to offer the you who wants for everything. (God how I hate […]
A triptych or a killswitch? Collect your pennies, your pleonasms, your down and out mediocrity. I am not one of your pieces, missing or otherwise. One man’s art is another […]