scorp

outside a home, darkness swallowed the world whole.

I celebrate my tests instead of my smiles

a poem about art block

she's rich...................

can you even fall out of love?

draft of visiting family members

we have the capacity to fathom.

sorry.......................

The better I get, the more I yearn for what I cannot create.

My window is stupidly narrow. Whenever I smoked and couldn’t muster the twenty seconds it takes to clear my ashtray, the wind would spurt through; like an arrow through the arrowslit...

journalistic creative piece on dylan

Nobody realizes how small we are, in a big, big, cruel world.