Downward Spiral

The painting Downward Spiral is about a person I knew that had a mental illness and unfortunately self-medicated with a combination of drugs, alcohol, and prescription drugs. When he was correctly using his medication he was healthy, however when he…

The Code

Carl didn’t know the code. The timer was ticking, the bomb was going to blow, but he had no idea how to shut the thing off. He looked around. Tools had spilled out of his box across the floor. In…

Kung Fury Will Melt Your Eyeballs and Scorch Your Brain

Have you ever wanted to see a time-travelling lone wolf cop (“I’m a cop. From the future.”) crotch punch Hitler (a.k.a. Kung Führer) in an epic 1980s style action adventure? Well, that’s a specific fantasy but it’s realized in the…

Dirt Road Dirtbags

It was Saturday. And I love Saturdays. My friend Libby’s dad takes her to church on Saturdays. And Polly’s dad takes her to museums. And Abigail’s dad takes her on picnics. But me and my dad are different because, on…

The Solution

I talk to myself. I have to. No one else will listen. No one else understands. Even if they did, I wouldn’t dare expose myself to them. They’re out to get me. They’re out to get you. Oh I know…

Pins

Crying, I recall my father shudders, remembering tall thin men at the foot of the bed apparitions at night, faceless heads like pins, mostly arms, sharp at their sides. One of those things you stare at open-mouthed, barely breathing, waiting…

Dreamless Nightmare

I have not always had my medication to protect me from epilepsy, to keep my hand steady while I handled boiling grease and kitchen blades. There have been spans of time, long and short, where Depakote was not there to…

A Beggar’s Opera House

She was suspicious that everyone in the room was melting. The man sitting at the coffee table directly in her line of sight was watching his hands indifferently as they liquefied in pools on the table and dripped to the…

When You Grow Up

I’d rather be a collapsed flower drenched in rainwater; succumbed to the well where wishes weld winning whims. though not alone as the barren heart of anti-democratic men but with a plenitude of carbon based efforts trying to truncate all…

Treading The Fire

maybe beauty will remain an abstract dirge; a mantra to be ruminated over like a submerged leek becoming tender in warm water. as it seems to me all as vanished from our worlds galaxies and cliques. much poetry has propelled into…

Cosmo Bombrotica

I create these pieces in a quite inhospitable environment (not by choice) so there is tension, violence, psychotic excitement, mixed with a plethora of other emotions…. thoughts and theories…most extremely sensually unhealthy…living between the friction of life. My studio is…

Lascaux is Burning

The first art Was not art, Rather, a color line shot through the dark, No more expression Than a plea for explanation. The grandest monuments And greatest terrible wars Were all done for the sake Of a loving God, For…

Social (Media) Distortion

I pursued him with a single minded determination that had been notably lacking in my previous endeavours. I wanted Richard to be mine like I craved my next breath, my next dream. He was a friend of a friend. When…

Opposable

The featured image accompanying this poem, entitled ‘Uninspired’, have been used with the permission of artist Patricio Betteo. About Patricio Betteo: Patricio Betteo, son of south-american parents, was born in Mexico City in the late 70’s. Since 1999 he has focused…

Registro Visual

During my investigative process I have come to realise that these prints reflect my most intimate and profound feelings, emotions, wishes, sadnesses, and life experiences. My intention behind painting is to create magical worlds within which people move. I want my work to confront…

Blind Devotion

I jack off to one of the pictures of her I have saved on my computer and after I’m done I send her a message to tell her what I did. She likes that kind of stuff and I know she’d want to…

The God in the Attic

In our attic, among things, as it seems of past lives, lives a bitter God. When guests come to our house, we don’t mention him. When we’re alone, we talk about him quietly, fearing of being heard. We do not…

Tesseractory Factory

The art for this show is from the Random Robot Attacks series focusing on a sub category called Tesseractory Factory. This body of work is composed of patterned kinetic color chaos interwoven with personal iconic images that represent humans and…

Fisty Science Director

I create these pieces in a quite inhospitable environment (not by choice) so there is tension, violence, psychotic excitement, mixed with a plethora of other emotions…. thoughts and theories…most extremely sensually unhealthy…living between the friction of life. My studio is…