The Novelty of Artists

  I’ve been introduced to cell windows and locked doors; met too many cold cement floors; said goodbye to mind-eradicating doses of nameless potions leaving my system and a trail of saliva on the ground. Things you’ll never have to remember. Things I don’t know how to forget. The clarity they said I lacked then…

Toads, Snails and Sandbox Friends

  she was yellow green and orange with the midweek headache And a tower built out of old camera tripods Came crawling around the corners of her desk And built themselves into a wailing wall of nostalgia and comfort She was steel, glass and tiny broomstick fibers Then bent and broke and sometimes flew if…