Archive for April, 2018


‘The dreams aren’t broken down here they’re just walking with a limp’

I’m finding the world to be a weary ominous place.

In the broken narrative of our past and history I see an innocence that’s been lost and forgotten and as time marches unrelentingly on, like a callous mechanical army, leaving the broken and twisted in its wake to slip into disrepair and degeneration, left on the side of the road or in the dark crevices and deep eerie shadows of a misremembered time I feel this ugly weariness that I am unable to wish away or hide from. …

Penny Ride

Forgotten Melody

Crayons Not Included

Guardian of the Faithful

residue of a wish