A poem — I wish I were a bird to make my home as far away as my breast can beat to have feet as light as tears — unquestioning as a mother’s embrace oh, how I wish I were a bird to have my only worry to be breathless over the sea and no near tree…

A poem: part 1 — I’m making this promise to myself — to Never throw in the towel. Never allow someone else’s opinion of me to be my reality to let me forever be the co-author of my creation Never allow my heart to grow cold — and hard from mistreatment to instead cling to the…

Important links that tell you about me as a writer — If you would’ve told me a year ago that I’d have amassed a decent body of poetry, as I have now, in little over a month, I’d probably look at you like you had two heads. …

What does it really look like? — On the other side of surviving lives this mysterious place — thriving. the optimistic few who threw care aside to no longer hide. I think I’m there it feels like a dare — to unfold myself from the sedate, poverty blanket the world gifted my mother to swaddle me in/that grew…

Inspired by a talk with a friend — Consider this would we have to deal with so much bullshit if we all saw life as art a start of things seeds to nurture flushed cheeks life and ancient oak trees if we all saw life as art I’d start first thing in the morning on my hands and knees worshiping…

A moment for the one person I was most like in this world. — I miss my lady. The moments in quiet that come to me, she comes, and reminds me of myself, that I’m not alone. She and I were so much alike, life experiences excised and joined together at time’s hip. Absent modern technology, and the fact that I didn’t marry or…

A glitch in the Matrix, or what? — a moment before the sound of rain tickled my ears, and time —did a peculiar waltz— with darkness moving-in/the distance — a glitch in the matrix. depicted best in Marvel Live Action X-Men films. Dr. Xavier arrives on the scene, with his badass doing — the most, and holds time…