(2013)
I’ve howled and raved and ranted at all those whom I could name, in search of peace and freedom from this ancient seething rage. But still there lingers bitter bil…
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
From the first remembered breath, I was running to escape. I didn’t need a map. It didn’t matter which direction. It hurt too much for any fool to s…
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…
I dreamed of being lost and trappe… in a land of angry fearful liars. There was nowhere to run or hide. I cowered cornered and exhausted, my back against the furthest wall;
My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…