This is not a solution To take hastly that decision. You’re exhausted about this life You want to take the dredly step. You’re so helpless. You have no hopes. You have no dear ones. You’re an orphan. You have so many dreams, Those are always…

Missing the Pause   …Miles to go before I sleep the days merging into fast forward  with very little Pause   Pause to be still Pause for silence Pause to breathe   Today I relish the chance of living in the  Pause— For how many…

We don’t know what we don’t know, and in the scope of the universe or universes, we don’t know much. That doesn’t stop self-proclaimed experts from shoveling shit, rejecting truths, from filling our heads with bad info and doubts, filling some heads with assurances that…

“But I have promises to keep” -Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Glowing Pen And to my shadow I bid goodbye As the night swallows my bleary eye Yet I’ll keep my pen and keep it bright With it I’ll write words…

  Between the woods and frozen lake a gulf exists where one might take a brief respite from travelling onwards a chance to breathe, a chance to break Between treacherous, ice-covered, unknown depths and thick, dark woods of unknown breadth a moment here to gather…

Shadows seen just below Odd sounds four doors down Mine, barged open Backs of the unknown visible from afar Steps for my feet seem as miles Hurried breaths Wishing I was there

Miles to Go, after Robert Frost 2 dead and 21 injured in a terrorist attack against a queer bar in Oslo. I find out in the middle of this poem and erase it entirely. 2 dead and 21 injured in a terrorist attack against a…

My view Eighth floor window Facing south toward town In old highrise filled with old ghosts Of both people and pets Very pesky Hazy

Tis wonder if there’s ham over there, perhaps a quail, I’ll gobble it down tooth and nail, This gown is weighing me down, Turning my glorious smile into a frown How I wish for a servant or two or three, to place themselves under thy…

Whose woods these are I think I know or do I? I’ve always loved this poem. It’s the only one I remember from grade school years and can quote lines from even today though I found it on my own. They didn’t teach poetry at…