There's a tragedy in not being able to control one's thoughts or emotions. I learned this at an early age from my father. He was a man of few words and wouldn't act on a decision until an argument had... Continue Reading →
“So I sit on the edge, wagging my feet above the abyss” ~ Jim Harrison from Bridge / Dead Man’s Float How naughty would it be of me to weaponize my poetry? -picking a target getting them in my cross-hairs and PFFFT!... Continue Reading →
Were it not for this teflon -these confines of my skin, I would be like a firecracker bursting out from within I comport myself for social decorum's sake and stroll through life whistling whatever tune my lips make -Very carefully... Continue Reading →
Smell The Coffee 