Sipping a glass of the ’12 Taylor in my Passport glass. Pain in right knee, and I’m pretty […]
beat poets
Something tells me to stop, but then I want to run another lap, that’s my curse, my tercet […]
Finished a poem. I’m a fiery boulder tonight, with my verse, my Beat approach. Would love to see […]
4pm. Last day in July. Hot like summer’s only getting started on us. At the Starbucks on Farmers. […]