i entered into my junior high poet… with such a sense of excitement to share the craft that i had disc… just a couple years earlier a craft that my gramma had

time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?

going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

in third grade i confessed to my c… i didn’t know who Joe Montana was because i didn’t watch football the boys were quick to emasculate… and i was ready to punch their lig…

on a good day a poem is just a death threat to e… on a bad day it is a love letter

he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart

for all the good of the day she sought the places where youths did play a few kind words to say a light to make her darkness grey

he remembers the grapes as they would vine through his blo… like galaxies looking for a home welcomed with a kiss from his alwa… stars tickled his heart

his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change

notebooks have been stacked in pre… filled with short stories bad drawings and of course

i don’t ever want to rest in peace and i certainly don’t want any of… resting in peace some of us grew up listening to pu… and speed metal