Woodland Marvel

I creep through ancient forests, decrepit, abandoned- nearly destroyed. A dense fog lay beneath my shins, I cannot see the forest floors. Only a smoky grey ocean, an unearthly mystic haze. The morning barely sung, newborn to a day of solitude. Creatures nest,...

Pickled State (Work in Progress)

It is forever and forever plays a joke on us. We crave an old comfort lost long ago in a life outlined with smaller towns. Taking shelter under the picnic table we pretended was a ship about to sail away. A rainy first day of summer vacation, a pile of books...

Tuning the State

(work in progress) An enterprise of humans sing about birds and bees with predatory intentions. Hands raise in question but never chosen, answers withheld as a coveted truth that cannot be known. Forsake the things that cannot be, forsake the things we cannot change?...

I’m So Green & I Love You, Mary Jane.

I like to curl up with a good book, take a few hits and leave this world for a little while. To be engulfed by the story I am reading and to become those characters living lives so different than mine. To know what it is like to be some one else. Marijuana takes me...