the walls around us are made of iron bars but no matter how hard i try to decipher the conjunction of peril it isn’t apparent if you are the prisoner or if it is me so i clang my metal cup across the bars unable to see the inner workings of the pin and tumbler […]

april sounds it’s final cry the heat returns to texas. yet i am checked out. longing for new horizons different sounds than the mockingbirds and ravens. yet here i sit with coffee dreading the commute to another day in the same congestion. another nameless white blood cell traveling to the spleen. back to writing this […]