Oil on Canvas
Beauty has no jurisdiction in the sleepwalking morning. Creaking joints and eyes not awoken from slumber quite yet […]
You walk the moral high road While we sit far below Yelling for you to jump This was […]
At the wedding of my longest standing friend I lost my voice. “Oh, how do you know Beau?” […]
If I could dump this mind like a bucket I’d weigh less than a whisper across water, less […]
Oil on Canvas This was originally published in Spring 2018 edition of The Helix.