First Born

thoughts, like ribbons, wend and weave behind my watery eyes, beneath my skin occasionally, while sleeping, one lifts a fingernail and drops unceremoniously to glass-covered parchment just a slip of a thing, really upon waking, I may give it a name then send it out into a disinterested world from there, it becomes altogether, perhaps, […]

autobiopic REBLOG

I relate to J Matthew Waters’ poetry more often than not. And here’s a perfect example. you’re a producer an individual & an artist an entrepreneur cut from the same cloth as a perfectionist redoing & undoing & redoing for goodness’ sake you live your own life believing it’s furthest from a lie for no […]