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Bury me Alive

Bury me, bury me alive Bury me deep, deep in the caverns of your mind I have been plotting along for too long on this side Of the other… fuck it just die Burn me, burn me alive May my ashes like my passions unfurl May the barbaric yelp pent up in my soul Open…

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Midnight in the Garden of Misogyny

He likes to call himself a feminist Deep down he wants a trophy and a blow job for not being a rapist He sees the world in hierarchical structures like a Papist He sits alone on his own throne of self-righteous indignation Staring down blouses like static pages In his mind they’re all sticky In…

Heroes Live

Heroes: Video

Last night at All Access Open Mic, My friend Terri Ann took this video of me performing my poem Heroes. This performance is perhaps a bit more animated than my recent performance of the same piece on local radio station WYCE, where I also read two other pieces and had a short interview. Good things…

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WYCE Interview

WYCE is an AMAZING listener-sponsored, volunteer-powered community radio station here in Grand Rapids, MI. They play local and regional musicians on their commercial free radio station and do a lot to support the broader art community. I recently had a chance to sit down with WYCE’s Michael Willcox and do an interview for their radio…

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straining towards compassion

we don’t choose who we love most of us don’t even choose what we believe it still usually ends where it begins and the masses are easily deceived me, i try to love you all i wear my heart where my tattoos should be taught to ink the flesh is sin and i still feel…

Super Friends

heroes

first grade playground and we’d play justice league at first i think it was just this intense intrigue drawn to her intelligence and ability to get the truth give me a magic lasso and let superman keep his booth but that’s when i found out i didn’t have super friends and there were some gender…

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Crystal Castles

told ourselves it came from love & protection even when she busted out the “rod of correction” bruises on my backside healed up in days but mother’s ways left my soul with an infection trying to live my life and not be a reflection of fears, anxiety and anxious affection live with abandon and less…

matrix

matrix

put down the smart phone it’s dulling our intelligence give up on being understood before it cost your relevance intelligentsia is coming to rob us of our benevolence or hatred just leave you jaded ration out all passion replace it with boring elegance you’re hereby sentenced as an object they’re the subject and the predicate…

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the beginning of the end

i still remember the unbearable car ride through city scape and starlight as we made our way to forest view didn’t know this would be the last time he’d go fishing to run from real life and he’d leave me to care for you 80 miles from three rivers to grand rapids i can’t look…