Month: January 2017

i thought you were the Queen of the wolves who lashed out at my eye. as you did, i grabbed your hand  the night turned to day our eyes met at the begining of the foundation of the earth in this time we still hadn't embraced even the world was willing to change her direction, … Continue reading

out here surounded by the night on victory street. parked next to an adolescent oak, a street light, and a power pole. there are pepper trees to my left, trying to weep as they still yet reach for the sun in random acts of kindness and goodwill.