Loved

I will make you Mold you in my mind How I want And then break you Down, hard Reduce you to rubble For my fun. Turn And I will make it worse Loved? burned.

Loved

I will make you Mold you in my mind How I want And then break you Down, hard Reduce you to rubble For my fun. Turn And I will make it worse Loved? burned.

Lagoon City

This city’s crest should be a clock With cartoon speed lines And lit fuses, their proud colours On two perpendicular sticks of dynamite “We live, we die, we chase time” Scrawled below in a kind of swanky Helvetica In some god-forsaken

Lagoon City

This city’s crest should be a clock With cartoon speed lines And lit fuses, their proud colours On two perpendicular sticks of dynamite “We live, we die, we chase time” Scrawled below in a kind of swanky Helvetica In some god-forsaken

Sophia

It’s amazing what a rainy night can teach you – How the earth works with cold rain and breeze after the blistering heat, The fun when you snuggle in with sisters, family or a lover and watch that movie you’ve

Sophia

It’s amazing what a rainy night can teach you – How the earth works with cold rain and breeze after the blistering heat, The fun when you snuggle in with sisters, family or a lover and watch that movie you’ve

Musings. 346

Recently I’ve been thinking About evolutions, backtracks And giant leaps into the vortex that is time and space. About the seeming inanity of it all. Well, not all of it but the stress, worry and hyperdrive panic we put ourselves

Musings. 346

Recently I’ve been thinking About evolutions, backtracks And giant leaps into the vortex that is time and space. About the seeming inanity of it all. Well, not all of it but the stress, worry and hyperdrive panic we put ourselves

Aguije

It was so many moons ago, I came out the front door and into the dark night, I was lost, in a haze. I’d spent the day polishing mother’s adobe floor. ‘Mother’s adobe floor’ father always called it. “Ada, I

Aguije

It was so many moons ago, I came out the front door and into the dark night, I was lost, in a haze. I’d spent the day polishing mother’s adobe floor. ‘Mother’s adobe floor’ father always called it. “Ada, I

Michael and the First Hilltop Mystery

This is a little children’s story I wrote a while back….. its a little longer than I intended. One of these days I’ll have it illustrated….. Tim Burton style🙂 Enjoy …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Once upon a time… Scratch that…. A few years

Michael and the First Hilltop Mystery

This is a little children’s story I wrote a while back….. its a little longer than I intended. One of these days I’ll have it illustrated….. Tim Burton style🙂 Enjoy …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Once upon a time… Scratch that…. A few years

Letters to Friend #305

Studio – In permanent renovation The corner between my masterpieces And critics’ reviews. Drenched in watercolors   Dear Mr. Artist   APPLICATION FOR THE POST OF MUSE. My darling artist friend. I’d really like to be your earthly inspiration. I

Letters to Friend #305

Studio – In permanent renovation The corner between my masterpieces And critics’ reviews. Drenched in watercolors   Dear Mr. Artist   APPLICATION FOR THE POST OF MUSE. My darling artist friend. I’d really like to be your earthly inspiration. I