Suck it Up.

Thin hairline fractures, that lay submerged in anger; long enough that they swelled into gaping holes. To go over them, would be like navigating the latitude, and the longitute and the gravity and the declination of something already dead. Our past lay dissected on an autopsy table. The rib cage of what was exposed for … More Suck it Up.

Love and Hate

I like NYC yellow taxi cabs. I like London phone booths, even if they smell like piss on a Friday night. I like rust on fences and drain pipes. Just because, I do. I like fishnet stockings on other women, nearly as much as I like the way it sounds when you rip them. Intentionally, … More Love and Hate