An attempt born of sleep depravity
To make sense of this haunting smoke...
Never in my wildest dreams
I thought that I would understand...
This isn’t a poem about renunciation. It isn’t...
for introverts on how to vanish from a room full...
I am a squiggle of imperfection,
a reality that bites...
When you were no more than a thought,
You were simply just than an egg...
It’s a Grand Day Sir
(Shackleton’s rescue of his crew from the...
why the boo hoo? (haiku)
life made you a clown...
Secrets are kept quiet
Alcohol loosens dry mouths...
Shall we leave it all behind?
Run- just me and you...
One move to the right
The hands of the old clock ticked...
War is a commodity, by which we live
A product we all produce and sell...
Looking out across
these gently rolling hills...