Communal Waste

  WRITE WHEN IT’S HARD When you’re most afraid Of what it’s hard to know exactly When the pain won’t go away write anyway From the bottom of...

  It was a good year. It was a good year for music. It was a good year for self-awareness. It was a turning point for vitality. People helpe...

There’s a gap in the bookshelf  (where my heart used to be) it opens upon a vast plain of hills  long waving grasses reflecting slivers of l...

  When the force is strong enough to move us we move to make our feelings heard in a way to satisfy our breathing to make the moment signifi...

  And so the wind wont blow it all away   we shoulder into it along the sand swept coast into our unknown forever four boys moving in and ou...

  Farmers’ Market       Writing to survive writing to stay alive to stave off intensity   you put a stick in the shit and sent it   you put ...

                                           ' Capitalism is the virus'   Under the low concrete roof of the bridge in a shelter the s...