State of the Boat. #13

In Bloom is probably one of my top 10 songs all time. The first time I watched the video on MTV (I kmow, I'm showing my age over here) I was but a wee teenager with a constant erection and still laughed at farts. Things I liked about the video: Their calm, cheerful attitudes directly … Continue reading State of the Boat. #13



I'll always be there to sing for you, To sing with you My dearth of winter, My warm blanket, My summer night sky Our first rumblings of laughter in our bellies; I carry you with me, Always

Morning Star

The devil sits on my left shoulder. He's curled there whispering incessant brazen nonsenseties; the velvet rolling ululation caressing my earlobe, hypnotizing drones I yearn to believe in. He tells me everything will be okay. He promises fulfilled dreams and fantasies galore. He begs me to unsheath the knife I grip ever so. His erection … Continue reading Morning Star


Bent over curled fist, Placing chin contrasting thoughts; Reckless Face past red, past purple, Time to pop the vein, Squish Squish Squish As the bits and pieces ooze slowly down the walls And incessant babbling from a tiny mouth Never stops; it never fucking stops The twirling, twisting, craning, jabbering Stream of nonsensical words turned … Continue reading STOP!!!!

Lucky Number 7

  “But what if I want to pull my knife out?” Jenna asks, looking upwards into her father’s eyes.   Joey bends down on one knee, laying Carmac, the huge serrated knife he always carries with him, down on the floor to his right, grabbing his daughter’s left shoulder, “The urge is always there, sure, … Continue reading Lucky Number 7

I Guess This Is Growing Up.

Cotton balls pulled across the empty blackness, allowing the briefest rays of moonlight past the empty spots. The blanket pulled oh so tightly as the night tucks Seattleites in to their sleep. Smoke empties out from me, my exhale just another symptom.   I want to go back inside, you see. Sit on the armchair … Continue reading I Guess This Is Growing Up.