The one who tries to be perfect… I am.   The one who sings off key… I am.   The one who laughs too loud… I am.   The one who feels too much… I am.   The one who loves too hard… I am….

9 pm, darkness encroaches. Sleep is an idea formless and forthcoming… I am ready. Just one more thing…   12 am, evening beckons. It is time for sleep, the cloud is ever-present. I am tired. Just need to finish up…   3 am, twilight shrouds…

I Am enough I Am stronger than most people think I Am a good person, no matter what you’ve heard I Am beautiful, just as I am I Am whole, inside and out I Am who I Am, your approval is not necessary (Book 99,…

Stuck, trapped, gasping for breath, Slave to a system waiting for death, Alone in this life everyone’s the same, Wasting the years for someone else’s name. Forty hours a week until you drop dead, Destroys the imaginations inside your head, Born a worker bee forever…

“I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes. The words are maps.” – Adrienne Rich   she and i were frightened to come but we came i only know what my body whispers to me and she says to explore the forgotten places…

Wondrous weeping willows wallow near my windows Outstretched reaching out to me, inviting me to explore the outside festivities Frogs are hopping about croaking loud and free Crickets chirping their way through the grass Little Sparrows singing songs of solace spring searching for food The…

Dawn has not yet raised its head The road is dark, save two cats who use it as an asphalt bed Barely visible in lamp light dim The yard is black save a dead-wood bench And a stump with countenance grim And though I know…

In the same Yesterday’s dawn Only now, the end has drawn   Waters still and calm Though I know Sleep won’t come   Easily, on weakened Knee   Knowledge, and experience Though, forlorn Picked up, like stones Upon, a dreamt up shore   If only…

  This basement window Allows a glint of light Through its high narrow strip of muddied glass. It’s well before dawn now I can smell a skunk sauntering past the yard Which is why my hound has been, well Hounding while I wrote all night…