Cold Music

I feel weightless beneath the knife's edge, spread out like the wildflower. Crumpled like dust. Sometimes pain is not a blow to the head or a cigarette burn, sometimes its a force of nature. Thawing and spitting, waning and gasping. I want to follow the noise, decipher the hymns of the winds. This is a soundtrack of melancholia and nothingness, blistering aches and moondreamt lullabies. 

The chapbook is a collection of fifteen poems as I paint the sounds in words. Prose, poetry and self-discovery. I hope it leaves you feeling lighter and heavier at the same time. I hope you feel touched by angels you didn't think you still believed in. 

Excerpt

"some days i’m mindless rain & you’re the discombobulated dawn,
all felt pen dreams & mutilated screams speeding cruise control
on a lost highway where time is a saint slipping sideways."