I never thought I’d be in a gang. You see I was never too cool To hang with the right group in school. There were the jocks with their smelly... Read More

Poet Master storyteller Inside us all Words as an elixir Nirvana. Muse Dreamy abstraction Inside poets’ minds Drawn as an inspiration Wonderland. For National Poetry Writing Month, today’s double elevenie... Read More

To Me: Over six months since I have written anything on my website. Perhaps tonight I should write. Perhaps I’ve been feeling uninspired. Perhaps I was just tired. Perhaps it... Read More

I Would Di For You We should give it a try and let us roll the di. You should roll one for me and one for you, so we could di... Read More

My Thoughts Swing Higher and higher I fly on life’s swing Not playing well in the silicate box. My thoughts come crashing down to the soft ground I ponder life... Read More

I have never quite understood the phrase “Revenge is a dish best served cold,” as the warmth of blood provides the happiness of a silent steak dinner after he’s bludgeoned... Read More

On my pathed commute I hear honking. I stay in my my lane Flipping the bird A literary morsel. I’m passed by two Canadian geese. For Day 11 of National... Read More

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I always dreaded morning role call. “Mike,” asked the substitute teacher. “Here,” bellowed the pre-pubescent boy. “Beth,” said the monotone teacher. “Present,” giggled the ten year-old girl. “Clarence,” smirked the... Read More