Dead grass Between railroad tracks; Where metal and cement Restrict life. I just want to be green. I just want to be green. Read More

We all fall in love – not gracefully ascend. Because it was – mistake. Read More

I can still feel the trees, the moist rush of breeze through the porous leaves – sweetened by stomata. I can still smell the ground. That smell – of grass; Of each shoot sharpened scent – piercing olfactories that no longer function. There is no grass – to tickle jaded lips, no trees – bagged... Read More

They exist! People too proud to pick from the putrid pileup. How strange an hour – horrendous haste for the hungry, homeless, and haggard. Yet they resist; snarling and snickering with suits and skirts. My intrigue inclines for these eyes to wander – bottle of wine, adjacent green water, The weekly warnings, sports reports, dysentery doughnuts. Divine dinner... Read More