Sing Me a Song You Canary Prick

Music is the Gatorade for the soul, that refreshing, life-giving wholesome necessity. I cannot think of anything that starts a day better than some good tunes, a cup of coffee, and a big fatty. Music is life. It knows my good side almost as well as it knows my bad. It knows how to lighten […]

Sinkholes, black holes, hookers, sinners and fishin’ lures that form the changing tides

I grasp the walls soaking wet, grip slipping further down and I furiously fight to catch my breath amongst the frantic panic. The hourglass continues to empty quickly, meanwhile, the piling half grows so slowly. Ain’t it funny how that shit like that works?   In those moments lost laying upon the bottom, we learn […]

She eyed my rooster with deviant intent, the chef has met its feast in the making (get your mind out of the gutter)

In an effort to be semi-productive, I wrote something today. I added it to my series Graveyards & Cornfields on It’s called An Abstract Impact Without A Diagnosis.┬áIf you haven’t checked out this series yet, you should, it’s definitely a lot different style and subject than either of the first two books or the […]

In a star struck society, she stuffed socks with shattered glass and danced like she was afire with gasoline dripping from the bird she signed out holding…

Curious but i must wonder, did that not metaphorically f%$king burn? This is a sample of what my days have become. Hands calloused, skin bruised, I’ve eliminated almost every goal I’ve had for the year in the past 7 weeks serving time an inmate in the dark corner of the world called my home. As […]

disadvantagely, the broken may be susceptible to fracturing much easier than its counterpart

I began in enjoyment this paid absence from that torturous hell that pays my bills, then in boredom I thought maybe I may have missed the shit hole. Then the buzz wore off and I found I enjoy this not being caged in a place I loathe, and that I’m pretty certain in a place […]

Dissident, saturated in the political contamination of greed, there, wherever the force pulls upon you, their marionette.

At what point will we be washing off the threat of the Corona virus with its intruding mask and antibacterial scent? Will it fall with a thunderous thud belly-smacking the asphalt on a long July day? Inescapable the reflection of confirmation last second, realizing the error in your ways then thud. Cement kisses like grandma […]

Available just in time for the “A Footnote for Tomorrow” one-year anniversary.

I’m happy to announce, despite being way, way, way overdue, A Footnote for Tomorrow has a new available to the public medium with some sweet bonus materials. Now available from my Poetry Shop on, you can pick up the PDF format of A Footnote for Tomorrow for $2. This includes a collection of the […]