There is a quiet in my spirit, I heard it outside first. Beyond the yelling The panicked driving In the cashier's teen-face telling them...

Life is what you make of it, and love, the same. Without love, life is a lonesome road. So we fight the lonely moments In the face of...

For meters on end the air hustles to a stop, a hurried silence on a walk. I pass a tree-- each leaf rustles in my passing tinkering off...

In speaking of things lost, I believe that I once believed, And I will believe again, In myself. We cannot go so far from home That there...

Concerned with what I'm compelled by Me, human, from the hands of God commanded, A bundle of tendencies, a bale of habits, I lean when I...

Your love is a financial burden-- When you hear those words You know the strain between your ears Is not just a chainsaw in the distance....

You can't take it with you Into the next round These friends you've made These lives you've led These truths you spun, and wove into a...

We will all our heads look sunk and strange once we're in the ground, so while we are above it best we keep them on our shoulders. Cool...

Decay disguised as beauty crept under the facade of the autumnal equinox it’s more common, i find that with growth comes death, a...

Tomorrow, remembrance of dad’s passing; this morning, the sunlight streaming across the gingko leaves loosens the frost’s hold to free...

I used to write in scribbled words in warring fits in twitch-prodigeous nueron flits a passion mixed with madness fixed on changing my...

At night thoughts aggregate in the brain like a pool of water in the left hand corner of that dark space beneath the sink. am I a Charlie...

It is a mindless transport aubducting me from my spot. Take my mind and insert it where yours has been. All of you are my makers— think...

Too many hours own the day. To do the things I wish to do, I make a list called “things to do,” and I become spoiled for choice and...

I read three poems that I have written and I break em down for ya'. - The Middle Ground Of Lore - A Rainbow Above A Gravestone - There Is...

In this episode I read 3 poems and muse on various topics surrounding their creation. Pop-quiz hotshot! How long do you think it took me...

Be free and so your will Until upon the puzzle we, Destined to be fused Between nature and its image, Blending all the light that’s seen...

The first installment of my new podcast. I read 3 poems for you, speak on them a bit, and I even play a little Chopin for all you...

In forced laughter a noticeable weight my knees, buckle my belt, stretches my shoes, sopped in sweat my biceps, twitch my mouth, crushes...

”Everything’s gonna make sense one day,” I tell her. “One day, it will all be okay,” “That’s a nice thought,” she says, even though I...

All this time Life appears to be not so much about achieving heaven but keeping hell at bay. I’ve seen that I’m pushed along by the urge...

I went to see a flick to ease the doldroms of the day, life is mainly nothingness and finding things to say. I figured my position on the...

I'll take a great view over money or accolades any day of the week. A wide view from a bridge stopped at a light, a thousand meters to...

Walking backwards, once done for so long, makes walking forwards unfamiliar. Steps do not come naturally, jerky, funky, breathing even...