Mortality stalks me like a doe in the forest searching for 'mother' A flash - a glance not quite there- but there hidden among the trees When I move- it moves mirroring my steps so near - so far edging... Continue Reading →
I aim to shatter the illusion of the quality of money’s embrace -no matter its finesse Even as a masterful lover it has no empathy for your cri de coeur -its catalogue littered with broken hearts ...marked by the brevity... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 