Tag Archives: poem

Satellites

When I was at that club called The Heat All blinding lights and booming music Florence + The Machine was playing And for the first time, a man took my…

Slide And Dry

The dried paint, long since atomized from cylindered source, once bled in brief runnels upon the steel, upon the brick and concrete, graffito to graffito then finally graffiti and jagged…

Creation

A hurt that moves beyond crying or a love beyond touch, maybe a song beyond sound. But I can swallow it; I can feel the sound of your remnants of…