It can’t be me.

“My road to hell is surely paved with all the love that I never gave…” -William Elliott Whitmore   The old dirt road may be paved with sin, but there is also soul. There is blood on the tracks of memory, descended from the fists, boots, and teeth of experiential history.  By the skin of […]


Raw. Skin still pink from the shower, on my way to the bunk bed I shared with the over-medicated kid that consistently pissed himself in his sleep. He also liked to pull his little pecker out on top of the jungle gym at school. He would just stand there, superhero posing, like he was saving […]

Philosopher’s Stone

I was born of fire. I was born of violence – Blood, bone, sinew, a mosh pit of frustration, simple souls exposed, 15.5 multiplied by six. Home to home, fist to fist, too many wannabe men pretending to be dads, shattered glass. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole […]

Suffering exists.

Suffering exists.  Suffering exists. It is as real as the junk we put into our veins, the filth we put into our bodies, or the perceptions that we fill our minds with. Suffering exists, whether we exist or not.  Suffering exists and it can not be eliminated, prevented, or controlled. It is a part of […]

We shall inherit the purity of destruction

Filth. That is how I describe man. Water (35 L), Carbon (20 kg), Ammonia (4 L), Lime (1.5 kg), Phosphorous (800 g), Salt (250 g), Saltpeter (100 g), Sulfur (80 g), Fluorine (7.5 g), Iron (5 g), Silicon (3 g) and trace amounts fifteen other elements. Base, primal sycophants raised on the expired bourbon-esque milk […]