Inspired by the works of Alfred Kubin It rarely stands upright Comes day, noon, or night It peeks over the hills Scattering children and...

Over the years We meet ourselves We have to decide What do we think?

To be eaten. To have the hands that have mediated your way through the world be involuntarily decomposed, to have the bodily...

And the fish asked How’s the water? And I said What the hell is water? History Hasn’t happened yet Today Hasn’t happened yet Take A...

Sometimes before we’ll go to a movie She’ll sit in the front left I in the back right Next to the couple who can’t keep their hands off...

Hospital room Persona comes to mind Don’t ask why Rails of the bed Hard rails Cold metal Body in the bed Body beyond the cold hard metal...