Noble companion, stay striving still,
keep thriving through weightier nuances...
A stuffy bar with women strewn
across the stools...
There are lines that cross the void between the...
and shape them to their fates...
I read a book that spoke of love
But found it condescending...
Can I visualize for you?
Will my words seemingly dance off the page...
The leaves have changed their
shape now, like all things...
Most days,
i'm living in the matrix...
To the poet, the writer,
The reviewer, and reader...
Her nails aren't manicured and skin has lost the...
unlike figures in glossy Mag, time had marked its...
I came across a broken young tree
some how it sadly looked back, straight at me...
Words wielded with surgical precision
through an alcoholic stupor...
A baby is a precious gift that words cannot...
And without this one I call my own I would go...