Cold dark lane , all creepy and eerie Stinking with far gone lives now not so dearie Dust and dried leaves , all now fossils of past , So is she , squeezed up , a bundle of match Eyes hollow , vast as infinity…

Not sure why I do it to myself Competitive yet take a loser’s approach Common sense is fleeting Ego is stabbed Self-inflicted wounds Pride conflicts with self worth An L never feels good

Fall into my tragic kiss Let me taste your pain Let me drink it all away I’ll help you live again You know the way I need to die But could you let me go Suspended between life and breath Laughing in Death’s shadow The…

Oh to be happy To feel open and free To be on top of the world Silver linings decree Oh to be happy And know only bliss To walk with faith, blindly To trust lovers kiss Oh to be happy No heartache to bear To…

Written on the road as I clearly struggled for inspiration.   I have been traveling a lot lately To ancient Roman baths, birthplaces of poets and colleges that look more like monuments Hiking up the Scottish highlands And enviously admiring the crown jewels Rushing through…

Writing is a painful bliss. A piece of me remains on the page long after I have placed down my pen. I am a writer of life. I am a healer, healing my own festering wounds, tainting my soul with a callous ugliness, an enveloping…

She smiles …as she is staring at death…lost in her emotions and thoughts … she stares at the abyss…as if portraying a secret weapon …madness…yes she was madness… but she was still mystical …magical . … Yes she enchanted you …just a glance in her…

For Churchill, the shadow of vermouth on his martini was enough. For my brother, two drops of water in his bourbon please, the memory of what it once was. Once, my shadow was the only thing I owned; it could not leave. I looked for…

It’s been a month since I saw you last. Our lives are ruled by agendas, measured by calendars, hustled by the ever-slowing ticks of the minute hand. It’s a matching game where no card has a partner, each wore slip fluttering to the ground from the stacked…

Some places took on a heavy, headachy sensation in that year-long drought. Now, in the deluge, though I am soaked through, there it is. The feeling of being in a place you should never be. I shouldn’t have come back. I shouldn’t have. Wait. Who…