On life, fame, and fading away... What will be remembered?

The feeling the world is trying to take from you, And not just a little—but everything, all the time The type of scream that takes the...

In lament over the circular nature of life. It's just starting over again and again, isn't it? LISTEN NOW on SPOTIFY , iTUNES , BANDCAMP...

The UK is in internal struggle. War in the Middle East brings many Muslim Migrants to towns such as Luton, UK, bringing a huge culture shift

In conversation with the universe, the spirits of the wilderness, and the trees. As beautiful as it hurts. LISTEN NOW on SPOTIFY , iTUNES...

Endless spilling of spirit thru the head. What do I say? LISTEN NOW on SPOTIFY , iTUNES , by CAT'S CRADLE // Spirit-Folk-Rock // "raw,...

I think tomorrow my spirit may unfold like the flowers are this Spring

growing up is realizing theres no end to the Winters

Good bye Fargo, City of Lights, of Kites, of Wanton Abandon I thought I had found a family in you But one by one Every bridge has been...

hundreds of worms and not a robin in sight // an odd omen indeed

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I made a pact with Nuria I met her in a dream...

French name, Spanish-German, raised in Ecuador, married a Jewish Russian man. I met Desirée in the Fargo airport, heading to Washington...

"Daddy, do you want a beer?" Angel asked me. We were sitting on the couch, playing pretend.

I haven't written poetry in a couple of days Just been watching sunrises and sunsets Walking Spending time with Mary before she moves...

Seems an awful lot Of goddam work Trying to keep Two magnets half an inch apart And for what?

I love sweet things I could just sit here drink honey out of a bottle or ice cream out of a tub or I could just hold you forever stare...

I'm drowning they tell me it gets better I made a painting today two actually I wrote a couple poems I cleaned my shit up took out the...

I got so much love in me it hurts my belly's full to burst I gorged myself upon your beauty I flew so high upon your sighs Your touch can...

this brings me to the hardest part the river the death of our only child you see, the stars... they had already spoken and it was not her...

She shut herself away behind a thick door of oak black wrought iron latch locked tight She was screaming into a blanket muffled cries I...