Dear “Toxic” Friend, I had to block you on all of my social media accounts and step away from our … More
Poem I typed on my phone whilst in bed, after a fantastic night of jams and hang time with some of my favorite people.
Perhaps it was a dream. . ? . The stolen misses, the dozens and trillions of frequently billions . – … More
I packed up your things and put them in boxes except for the green truck the one you said, “This … More
It was a dream It was – everything. I should’ve known by the color of the grass; the way the … More
:: everything’s in bloom – when you’re in the room ::