Life is unfair was what I mentioned in my prayer The scar that I had left would remind me of a despair Just the other day I cried myself to sleep A testimony about a miracle is the story that lives in me I didn’t…

I’ve been pondering writing something like this as a prose piece, but there’s no reason it can’t work as a poem. It is, sadly, the true story of my life, and how my losses are so small. Why Me? The question I never asked, when…

Beating around the bush is absolutely pointless. We all know how it ends. It’s not a matter of if but when. Midnight has nothing to say to you. Consider yourself Lucky. In any other universe, he wouldn’t even Know who you are. Trampled by your…

    She was thirteen, I was six We’d gotten her through an infection Still the days of putting your dog out the front door To patrol the streets nightly She’d jump the fence anyway Still the days of no vets Unless the beast somehow…

Off with their thick heads They dare insult my senses Painting roses red

I Did Nothing In the style of Martin Niemöller First a hole opened in the ozone But I did nothing For I could not see the ozone Then the polar bears began to die of starvation But I did nothing For they were very far…

I lost my T-square Searched the studio up and down It’s nowhere to be found.   My “straight” lines go at a slant Without that cap on top. Draw a straight line— I can’t   Finally gave in and bought another. Then found the first…

lost things i have lost a ton of things in my lifetime- a gold ring with a ruby stone a pair of silver diamond earrings i treated myself to a cashmere sweater with small covered buttons a bible with my initials embossed on the front…

Regret’s lingering hand still clasped to the remnants of atrial cities, Ruinous tombs suppressed beneath the corridors of vena cava catacombs, Halls of hollowed entrails are a tangled labyrinth of intersecting lava tubes, Where feeding worms devoured their own escape routes. They eat the wilting…

Let the darkness penetrate your body Don’t be fooled by the frauds and charlatans By this time tomorrow, society will have moved on without you At least you burned through the night Don’t be fooled by the frauds and charlatans When everyone else presumed you…