Teachings From A Bull

Teachings From the I Ching 03.05.17 last edit 03.30.17 Chapters 4, 9, leading to 13: 4. Innocence Innocence gets through successfully. Though you do not seek the innocent yourself, the innocent seek you. The first augury informs, the second and third muddle. Muddling is not informative. It is advantageous to be correct. Enlightenment is realized … Continue reading Teachings From A Bull

Poems From the MHU

Welp. Had a psychotic break again. ... If you follow me on Facebook, I let you know as much details needed. The good news is, I'm home now and enjoying being in touch with the spirits of the home, as Jung encourages us to do soon after separation. Here's some poems I crafted during my … Continue reading Poems From the MHU

The Great White Male

I slapped on the visor and apron with uncertainty. Already I had worked the season opener for the local college team, now my volunteering efforts were geared towards opening day for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. The USF game was its own special nightmare - scorching day, no breeze, collapsing bodies - but otherwise, sales at … Continue reading The Great White Male

Fred is Dead

(I wrote this in reflection of my former neighbor's shocking and untimely death. At first I wasn't going to post, but I have to honor the guy who, as complicated our relationship was, inspired my artistry on several occasions. I pour one out for you, buddy.) "I bet you got that tattoo long time ago, … Continue reading Fred is Dead

Just In Time For Halloween

Inside this anthology you'll find yours truly in both prose and poem form! The story I submitted is from the perspective of a social predator locked in a holding facility, terrifying residents and staff alike. Oh and the evil person happens to be female 😉 There's three poems dedicated to women in the throes of … Continue reading Just In Time For Halloween

The Most Dangerous Blog In The World

I have always been in love with O'Shea Jackson. The way he carried himself, that street-borne braggadocio mixed with literary genteel, a marred Dionysus not outdone by our screwed up society. The crushing weight of discrimination, heavy to bear, yet O'Shea kept his shoulders up, his head high, never quite frowning. Bothered, but not broken. … Continue reading The Most Dangerous Blog In The World

Eros Be Damned

[Usually periwinkle blue, today I'm feeling more midnight blue, no glitter. Here's a pseudocode of a poem which might go somewhere, eventually. Shouts to William Butler Yeats, yo] Love is Pain. “ is a meat grinder for broken hearts. “ “ cayenne pepper in the eye, lemon in a fresh paper cut. “ keeps me … Continue reading Eros Be Damned

Indie Artist? Time To Shine!

Into The Woods

Appalachian Overlook, North Carolina