A child in guided steps will walk Although there are rules it must obey Its mind is free, its thoughts unblocked Till adulthood fits it with great shackles and taketh freedom far away   While the body will not be restrained the soul turns grey…

1. Innocence and purity But it all ends early Dirt and chocolate A childish explosion Glue and marker stains Aftermath of art class 2. Pen ink and paper cuts Growing pains Algebra and P.E. Intro to the internet Ankle sprains and hairdos 8th grade hobbies…

1   My childhood, like a fairy tale, Was perfect in its making. A mother, father, children All in a house of baking. 2   Daddy went to work each day, Making money for the bills; Mother cooked and tended kids, Taking care of many…

rain sprinkled earth, wet and creamy between my fingers, the metal trolley that held my plaster dressed body, heavy on my small arms, muscles growing, scars caved into the weakness, always slow, always alone, mind wanders into places a good set of legs would never…

You are often in my dreams and I assume that I need them in order to feel you. But I have been up all night, writing around the world, with very few words for you, very few thoughts of you, and as the sun creeps…

Bouquets are beautiful A symbol of co-existence Of what unity looks like Every kind of flower Bundled in harmony Filled with wishes Reminding you That we are meant to exist the same way Together….

(Includes an excerpt from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot – in italics) I was once a young child Desperate to find things good and mild And never did I question their bad taste. Years ago I was a teen Desperate to be…

I came into this world with a bang.  On a stormy Thursday afternoon,      the trains stopped working,         the roads were flooded,           I came into this world with 5) the umbilical cord wrapped around my…

the truth about darkness (homage to Billy Ray Belcourt and his numbered poems) re-occurring nightmares about monsters in cellars with no ladders indicates deep, hidden secrets the deeper the secret, the more painful the removal – like a jagged, rusted storm drain pipes through the…

It’s a boring story Aspirin phenibut and morphine A few years of pictures And my first cigarette in weeks listen until you can’t hear anymore ignore until you can’t ignore anymore stay still until you can’t move anymore feel good until you don’t feel good…