Each written piece is a love letter I’m sending straight to your heart. Each syllable an attempt to prove to you that the man I am is the poet you said I could never be. I don’t care much for the opinions and views of those around me. They can sink in a river… Read more

  There’s a certain poetry about your body it must be said. There’s a certain charm and sex that speaks in hushed tones that keep me from growing old whenever I feel my age. Of course, I can’t deny the ageing process. The grey hairs are here already and these bones of mine ache when… Read more

The sound of wind chimes comes to me through the window and for some reason I’m not sure of, I feel so desperately sad. Closing my eyes, I see her dancing in a void, and the delicate beauty of it is reminiscent of the sensation of a moth’s wings tickling the insides of my clasped… Read more

  As I hang on your arm in a crowded room, we act like a Punch and Judy show. There’s blood in my mouth and lipstick on my collar, and it’s all because of you. We argue. We make-up and fuck while dreaming of Old Detroit and the fires that burn on its outskirts. In… Read more

    As the sun comes in through the window, I work on a few sentences to conjure something of merit. As I go ahead and open the door to the other side, I pass her a handful of literary lube as she tries so hard to tickle herself into action. If it doesn’t work, she’ll… Read more

  On a night like any other, here I am with my head full of thoughts that just don’t know when to quit. In a time that has never tasted a moment of genuine bliss, here I am yet again pouring out as much as I can in the hope of salvation when the end… Read more

  Kissing through wet hair, the night makes fools of us all as we declare our love not even knowing the meaning of the word. But we will. It happens to us all. We grow up. We fuck up. Some learn, while most just repeat and rinse until they drop after a lifetime of convincing themselves… Read more