Sep 17
Small Town Hot Summer Afternoon the warm bath of summer sun on skin the burnt tar smell of fresh squished black top children moping about outside but not playing the indoor whisper of central air conditioning the listless quiet of trees and their leaves bone white sidewalks empty with nowhere to go the “shoo-wee buddy” …
May 02
Three Pills and Two Different Sighs He sat at his two-chair table after work. His forearms heavy in the apartment’s kitchenette. He sipped black gunpowder from a chipped and stained ceramic coffee mug, and stared at three pill bottles sitting across from him. The ups and downs of being bipolar were down down down again, …
Mar 07
I Took Jackson Pollock To The Psychiatrist I had a psychiatrist appointment so I got out of bed early and gathered all the worms I could find there were none the birds did not sing it was February I wore mittens over my ears I put a bullet proof vest over my heart wore my …
