Darkness
My house is on a hill facing the sunset. The place is made almost entirely of grass. The deck, with its thatched roof, catches the...
Machine Man
In order to find yourself, you must first be lost I met a man with sadness in his eyes His heart made stony from the relentlessness of...
Heart
Her thoughts devoid of ration A darkness owned by the need for salty replenishment Eyes dubious to the prospect of nothingness The vortex...
Mozambique
The streets are pale and dusty in Praia do Tofo, Mozambique. The frequent calls of “hola Amiga” are easily heard over the gentle hum of...
The Sea Inside
Choosing between surfing and friends is like choosing between drinking and eating. Going without either will kill you. One just quicker...
Alive
It’s funny how the idea of a career, a bank balance, a nice car or whatever it is we believe we want, is tied so blatantly to the false...