I don't have religion and I don't know anything about God or Heaven, and I'm only writing this here because otherwise I'm just mumbling on a porch, thinking really loudly late at night I'm not holding onto the past I'm reaching for right now, right now I know you still exist, Mama Mere, Gayle, Matt, … Continue reading Memory


Pieces of real people walking around, and nobody knows how to join the seams Fragments of lives played on screens, entertained screams for the horror of false dreams Negative images of myself marching through my thoughts, No clue how to kill them Too many holes and no amount of love can fill them Burning coals … Continue reading Burn