Mother's Day has come and gone and once again I failed to remember the most important holiday of the year. You know? The one that helps to keep a roof over my head and a couch for me to sleep on under my ass. Why didn't anyone tell me mother's...
The wet warmth of your crimson feel it heals it releases demons drop by life giving drop I cut to release I cut to feel I cut to live hear me now the scars scream from the past you wont listen more cutting and scars i must give my neck, my...
The tears Flow down the dry paths of my cheeks and onto the barrel. I breathe My last through the hollow in a fatal act of felatio. I gag Swallowing the acrid taste of gun powder; my...
Whelp, I will say that I have an author that I emulate to the nth degree, he isPatrick McManus, former writer of The Last Laugh in Outdoor Life Magazine. Pat has several books as well to include my favorite, "They Shoot Canoes Don't They." Even...
Writer's block such a dismal display To pen and paper my thoughts cannot play Expression of feeling entombed within Beasts of burdens, my ideas to speak I cannot say Writer's block, what is it for release that picks the lock A...