She bloom a hate flower through the bone crack

I had a wreck on the street last fall

I had a wreck on the street last fall. Cracked the jaw of my fucking helmet I hit so hard. There’s a … More

the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More

The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind … More

one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, … More

i am the friend come to you dressed as the enemy whom you recognise when false friends steal your clothes … More

There’s a picture of Ma cleaning the 3 bloody pins scaffolded on my hand. “When the fuck was that?” … More

Over the last 10 years motorcycles took on an increasing role in my life. Five years into this adventure, my … More