I am in the city of dead arisen, surrounded by saints and sinners; some safer in cars, cardboard pack… in halcyon piles to suffocate the… For others, houses blow in the win…

I thought of the right words. Sitting on a stool, ready to take my laundry from out of the dryer. My vision is accosted by a

An echoing melody breezed through… swinging from the tops of green fo… and melted the defenses of the mou… Everything seemed to disappear thi… I was in myself a different way.

Others in landscapes, perennial dr… caressed by conscious and turbulen… Oh that it may how I wish it were… sailing amidst my turbulent sea. An unconscious mast imposing above…

It’s loud here. Friday darkness, with voices clamoring over the clinking of plates and utensils.

The language I live in is a playground of excessive expression. Fitted to the guiles of love and the rascal finishes

She sat there across the table from me as music blared through the night sky. Heavy majestic clouds,

Everything is a reaction to everything. This sentence is a reaction to the last. The periods at the end are all rea…

Strength of the mighty ocean couldn’t calm existence the pressu… nor violence by which we all measu… Sometimes the only definition of m… Like crossing the Rubicon,

“You gotta let your poems sing, ma… the old poet said. His red ball cap perched atop his… like a lonely old moment of youth, covering a mind alive with creativ…

On the shoulders of giants, I stood defiant. Everything about me is original Except I did not create: the language I speak

The quiet hum, perpetual ticking of the large grey soda fountain in the lobby is the only sound I hear now.

The rain wanted to fight me. Pouring down to become pines and n… splashing upwards, dropping down with mock-unison into the now flooded sidewalk.