Spaz Photos | Spasmically Perfect

Woke up this morning, somewhere in between excitement and anxiety. It is Monday and with that a new week of opportunities, a new risk of...

Some nights I count the waves the moon draws on my bed sheet until I drown in yesterday’s waters. On those same nights there will...

I once knew this child Whose temper was mild Despite the loud laughter Of those who were after Her eccentric views, Misused to amuse. She...

We’ve reduced trees to accessorizing our streets, Where once open fields grew our daily bread Concrete littered with metal on wheels has...

Some moments are better left secret with no words to replicate their purity, no image to match their beauty, no close enough heart to feel...

Let me take a piece of white ribbon And tie a clumsy bow around the finger You’ve got pointed out at me, Maybe then you’ll stop to...