Go All The Way

Charles Bukowski’s poem Roll the Dice tells of the freedom that comes from putting yourself on the line, and holding a line. Go all the way he says, go into that unknown where the footing is questionable, understanding the commitment to not settle for something less than what sets you free is worth the risk, becauseRead More

The End

The artist still revered, The authenticity dribbles Time aches and wanes across our countenance The consuming over, diaphanous Days bleed with dying grass, starved to dust The light strains, lanky, withered What is left? Art? Science? Matriculated and processed, ends met with progress stomped All trapped in techno legislated fires of control Stillborn thoughts RancidRead More