The Cycle
You will find the, struggle of razors. All the cuts, lining up in a, straight line. He keeps his distance, to keep his mind clear. She keeps her distance, when…
To Live The Land
I was named after a renegade, and the fathers before me. On a cold October day, in my family’s city. Surrounded by so much potential, it’s been four years coming. …
Tracks Are Followed
Tracks are followed, into the abyss. Seen you here , from time to time, your something, I can’t miss. I think some people, are so shallow, even when you, turn…