Nutritionist in Venice Beach, ca.
Aspiring poet and vulnerable human.
I haven’t always loved the water or myself for that matter. As a kid, I would kick and scream before swim lessons. The cold pool deck air, on cold wet skin, on a cold Canadian winter Sunday.
By Dave Coast4 years ago in Poets
Hot summer night in the Hollywood hills. A crimson blood pool filled to the brim. Beautiful young men come to tickle their thrills.
By Dave Coast5 years ago in Poets
Red face denier burning that blue mask in the white hot fire. It made me wild, wild at heart The quick hum of planes buzz overhead
Red confetti floating toward the earth. Kissing, holding, touching, feeling, dancing, caressing my first love while marching in the streets.
