screaming at low volumes
It’s been 3 months since I got here. I’ve been home once. I’ve been to Paris, Amsterdam, and Northern Italy – Aosta. I’ve been a bit around Switzerland, but not too much. I miss home a lot. But I really like it here and want to stay. Really what I miss are the people. I’ve … Read moreZurich, CH
I went before the court to protest for my heart and all the jury stood to say it should not start. I went before the judge begging mercy on my soul; he rapped his gavel hard saying I’ve the heart of a fool. I went before the gods to plead for an appeal though they … Read morewasting time
I bought love last time I was out at the turnstile, red with the lace edges. On my way home with my fresh new heart, I was startled by a thief all in black jumping out at me. My heart went up into the blue blue sky dangling above her and I, crashing to the … Read moreon My way home
my body catch on fire when I wrapped in your arms; I’m feelin shivers my spine, you bring out tiger in me take sea from sand in great desire of wave. Beautiful liar, abducted dreams, imaginary fingers play strings attached a rib, Eve kiss me say me there is no god but you – one … Read moreuntitled
I might go broke from heart break; a leg askew in the midst of the shin might have been me when I was young, save for the riches of the north and the kindness of a system I despise. Who am I to dream of better for those who already have it better with feasts … Read moreBeautiful Box
sweet lilting irish lass, take me across your sea that moats you heart. sweet lilting irish lass, show me the way to your finest pints. sweet lilting irish lass, let me drink your essence where your fears melt and my courage grows from whiskey shots and my reddened nose. sweet lilting irish lass leave your … Read moreIrish Lass
I can’t see, for this joy has consumed my eyes and my breath is short, stolen by the greatness of this moment. the heart: beating overtime running me to an early grave; should I die on this night … it will be just fine, just right.
The first and probably last issue ever: Whore – the magazine – The Gift for all occasions, the thing to read on the shitter, something to burn, cut up, poster your bedroom walls with, and display in an art gallery. WHORE is what no other is; distinguished by it’s unique brand of offensiveness and its … Read moreWhore magazine – Vol. 1, Issue 1
does it make a difference if you’ve tried and failed, repeatedly so that now you look broken and ugly? that knock of the world upon your soul, rapping hard like the pigs do when they come to find you; take you to the camps just to remind you that the pain they inflict will never … Read moreVisiting
Oh the fury of my heart, conflicting with my arrogant mind and all this time I felt sure that intellect would set me free; it never occurred to me that feeling an intellect was foundational to spiriting a life of separation. Even I don’t understand it.