nonfiction fantasy

there’s a point where the fiction and nonfiction begin to blur cross over  into something  unreal real stories and words  that you can’t make you they make up a devisive narrative  confusing twisting contorting facts looking in the mirror doesn’t seem like such a farse now reflection is that what it is? the confusion is…

half moon bay

the ground almost ate my shoes today i thought i would slip off into the dark viscous goo that threatened to mutilate my new shoes it was a poor choice in hindsight  but shoes will collect dust and become worn at some point i saw the most amazing sunset with clouds long and thin purple…