it is him again

how how does he navigate between who he once was, who he now is, who he will become, who he wants to be there is ketchup between his thighs a black mood beset him at 11:30 and he drove to the mcdonalds on powells sat in the parking lot, car with the lights on, staring into the black windshield, enjoying the…

A semblance of artistry

Dear lovelies,   I write I write and the harp strums It is an other way of thinking I’ll all about criticising societal norms these days My knee proves it. After I fell, I felt and wept emotions down my face beside the trashbin. Downtown Portland: interim home. The skin blisters anew on my knee, a…