Poetry · Writing


I have to write. I stare at this blank page and it stares back taunts me. It feeds off me like a leech it feast on my fears for breakfast and sips my anxiety like tea. Never satisfied until I write. So here I sit Staring through this open window waiting for the magic. From… Continue reading Magic

Poetry · Writing


The black panther lives in the rainforest. This is the home of Faith. The promising work of a florist. Home forever even as a wraith.   Enchanting the world with sunny kisses. Always with you like a reprise. True nature's cheery missus. In spring time, love is carried on the breeze.   Her beauty undeniable by… Continue reading Faith


all of yesterday

pretty sure i've never done anything & today is the first day i drew breath the night before, the night before i gathered materials for a brisket that brisk evening we took a stroll to the market to get a brisk iced tea and a cigarette all of yesterday in smoke