I perched a cigarette between my lips as we sat in a window
Kind of between the window and fire escape
Just between the moon and tumbling embers
Fall...
I’ve often wondered what makes life worth living
It might have a tendency to change. Like waves
Lake Michigan is more accurate than any horoscope
Somedays ar...
I could say I’m scared. Or that the knot in my stomach from a half box of pasta has only grown over the past hour. Grandma used to sing On Top of Spaghetti, it’...
I planted tobacco seeds in a park by the Pike River.
Kenosha is an A Marlboro Red. I smoke American spirit light blues. Pavement in the alley cracks. The dum...
UW-Parkside was a small school in the middle of somewhere. And somewhere was nowhere else other than Kenosha. It’s a rusty place; it’s grey and cheese curds and...
It was Covid and I was sick again. 5 years ago, I was battling a nasty case of psychosis. My family and I had moved into a split level in Walworth County Wiscon...
In Kenosha I fell in love with the sunrise. The lighter found my cigarette and the sugar free redbull was right beside me in the cupholder. The turf grass lawn ...