Near the edge of a lost city the cathedral wails to a sky of birds tip-toeing ’round the iron spire … More
Tag: new york
Trump’s Thanksgiving
nothing is left
Butterflies
Morning Elixer
Where They Called Home
Crusty forgotten plastic grocery bags swirl in their urban peregrinations hovering in hot vehicular storms of jet lagged bus drivers … More
Clenching Fists
There is nobody out there looking for me. Old white earbuds thumping mercilessly their forgotten howls alive forever… He was … More
The Day I Got Fired
I was bored and kinda sad too. I don’t know if it was Saturday or Sunday. I can tell you … More
