I find stories in my surroundings. That's where it starts; like a buzzing that I can't quite hush. They are the loudest things I've heard. If only my words were as fast as my thoughts. I see a flower and think of the boot that will crush it. I see a happy word and think … Continue reading Stories


Useless Things

Think on the falling flower. Think on the midnight blue. For if it's not on useless things, I think, my love, on you. I think on raining warships, On things that don't occur. For if I think on nonsense, now, I'll not what once we were. Think on that old town boardwalk. Think on the … Continue reading Useless Things