I Guess the Good Times are Over

Note: this was pre-scheduled for posting after being written last night. The past few weeks has been a depressing epilogue to the past few months of my life. After a summer of tattooing and campaigning, life since tattooing and the election have weighed heavy upon my heart, soul, and body. My eyes are failing, my … Continue reading →

Poem: I Dream in the Daytime

I dream in the daytime At night, I only sleep My heart is full of promise But hope is my own to keep Everywhere is a colour If only in my eyes Look up from the gutters See the stars hang in the skies Music makes me dance But in ways none will see A … Continue reading →

Short Story: Death of a Tattoo Artist

A new format for expressing my thought and feelings.

Poem: Gothic State of Mind

Somewhere, we are languishing But not always together Hiding in our darkness In a room of rainy weather Smoke hangs heavy, lilting Candles dimly burn Music in the stillness This book’s pages do not turn Sweetness is so bitter Memories only remain Happiness not experienced But tender is this pain All this beauty lasts Only … Continue reading →