“Highwire Act” Wide-eyed shadows tainted with bloodlust, whispered and watched us sail through the void; whimsical puppets in spotlights flying from strings above. Ringmasters and clowns watched from the ground amidst pissed bulls on parade as our ropes...
“Air-Raid Kids” At my desk staring out of a top floor window, I watched bombers pimpin’ like Cadillacs on the ave, cruisin’ through a late fall afternoon between screamin’ fighter jets spiralin’ angry gang signs in precision war...
“Keys to the Moon” I opened an email today, a part of my past with a few photos that shined, a first of its kind, memories on ice thawed as her cocoa brown eyes tuned my heart into songs I hadn’t heard since Ferris Buehler’s Day Off, Mandela...
