Mortality Wake Up

Lying on a sterile table, white wax paper

crinkled under my young body—

a needle buried in my wrist.

Concrete Crack Sutra

Down the Boulevard of wilting eucalyptus trees and tagged up bus stops, a concrete crack breathes through crab grass lips—

Each night under the siren filled lights, the sharp points of high-heeled ladies clip-clop like hooves across that crack by the dozen

When Death Comes Knocking

Here is the first short film I ever shot!  I filmed it about four years ago and is one of the few non-sketch comedy films I’ve created.  Make sure you click the FULL SCREEN button. Watching anything on a stamp-sized screen just ain’t the same…Enjoy!