One day when I was feeling really sad and flat like I didn’t feel anything, I decided to cut myself just a little. The first time, I was scared. The razor was sharp. I cut the pad of my thumb. I felt a sting when the blade sliced it’s way past my fingerprint. There wasContinue reading “Why did I want to cut myself?”
Here is the reading of my poem called Edging Santa for the holiday season.
Edging SantaBeyond timeBeyond dreamsThere’s a momentThe camera seesThe camera seesA naked meDripping dropsFrom hair unteasedBlood warmed skinKissed by arctic windForce open poresTo close againFragrant scentIn Flower holeMoist and wetFrom depths belowA Misty poolConcentric ringsDancing wavesTo life flow synchedJust a flickJust a tingleHot spring wokenBy one fingerJust a dripJuicy moistSweet sweet wineOn lips to tasteShotgun smokeInContinue reading “Edging Santa [poem]”
I was a freshman at the University of Texas in Austin. I had met a girl named Amy Jo at a Willie Nelson Concert 3 weeks prior and was going to meet her to hang-out when she got off work. That is where this adventure begins… -—- Amy worked at Bikinis which was a SportsContinue reading “Lights Out”
The smell of sage and cumin permeated the air in my truck “Smokey”. Both the chile and the truck were red. I was listening to the radio playing some Willie Nelson as I drove down Red River from Prather Hall on the University of Texas campus. (”Blue skies looking at me, Nothing but blue skies…”)Continue reading “There are no beans in my chile.”