The Second Hex: An Ode to a Woman Who Plays the Blues Guitar New York-born and raised on […]
Her horned rimmed glasses shield her sky-blue eyes Delicate porcelain skin misty with sweat and longing My hand […]
Flight Sergeant Phil Dix – Author’s Copyright Phil Dix stood alone on the deck of the ship. […]
So… what happened there? Well, Doves dove head-long Into beehives, With knees high— Crashed into knife fights. Hit […]
2018. Rooftops and grey skies. Ash and concrete. I’m a runaway, running from mediocrity, surfing across ocean blues. […]
Your mouth crashes silent into the horizon voice splintering to sand getting everywhere all at once a shout […]
IM DRUNK. IM Not sure where to begibn. Im not even quiet sure I knew how I got […]
I stood below an 18th century balcony– A balcony of Lima, accompanied by a living statue Strange moonlight […]
I wake up with jello in my eyes and ears and throat.
Earthworms When the ground steams after rain, that is when the earthworms come. They are rope-thick, blind, crows […]
