Micro Story #7: I Am Not a TablerapperThe handcuffs are tight - tighter than they oughta be. “You’re a criminal,” I’m accused, viciously, on the other side of the plastic...
Poem #13: Giant Like WolvesI did not know I hadn't experienced Death as an adult until it happened. How can that be? When Death stole my lungs, breathing became...
Poem #12: Gothic HoneyThere is never enough sweetness on the tongues of weapons They walk around march around skip around as if their bitterness won’t kill...