The puddle I jumped in as a child, is a cloud now white and fluffy.   The sky got its blue from the dust I beat off The old mattress.   The sun found orange shade from the air I breathed.   The comets are made from the dead nail clippings of my toes. The Read more…

A tablespoon of rust mixed in blood and a pinch of acid for my bones A serrated piece of steel to hold the banged-up liver and a handful of sand in my eyes. With a bag new bought and shining wheels instead of toes I’ve been pushed down the road of conformity. Reeling and rattling, Read more…