Monthly Archive: January, 2014

Whilst in the Fiction of Skeletal Measures

When lost within my gazing time, Still I stare, though you, you burnt light, bound to be delicate, decadent is thine To be of dust and guitars, did he even fight? Sense from… Continue reading

We Should Wake Up

Tune Out, Turn Off, Drop In— put your peace signs up, bunny ears to the sky

¿Dónde está mi cabeza?

It was a concept, Just a thought, To become organized, not stuck between motive and plot –so, I welcome you, to my hood, ——->My Writer’s Block