Next summer

The water pools under her dirty feet Dark and clay-like they sink further into the murky deep “Stick to me like glue , “she thinks There’s always next summer to get you clean The water swirls in her dirty sink I’ve been washing these hands for years it seems The cracks are trials of yet another week But there’s always next summer to get you clean The water ebbs at her bended knees I’ve been waiting on them for decades in silent plea So stiff and weary from years of no belief There’s always next summer to get you clean … Continue reading Next summer


Early on I didn’t believeI couldn’t seeJust let the waves carry me Before the fog rolled inBut after the frostI let my sight out to seek Searching upwards for the keyAnd there were noneJust black night I see You had not surfacedAnd I thought you sleptDo I have any plans for the week? You liked to plan for your eternityI have to have my sleepI have to say that you can keep My dangerous, carelessly gorgeouslove for youdeclared on now stained diary sheets pen and ink bled for all to seeThat my life is weakWas weak But it’s mewho has … Continue reading Restless

Basic AF Writer’s Block

It happens to everyone. You hit a dead end on your already struggling road to writing martyrdom. There is no cure and there is no way through the concrete wall of no-words-ville . You have to suffer through it or sandblast your way out . How do you do that ? You force yourself to write crap. Remembering Rome wasnt built in a day and your novel obviously wasn’t built in a pandemic either . So lets get on to the bilious tripe you are going to spew in the name of getting you through the slump of dead thoughts. … Continue reading Basic AF Writer’s Block