Journalist, musician, writer. Gets off to Virginia Woolf, Joyce, Faulkner, Toni Morrison, realism, and the Gothic Sublime.
My words in verse, my poem’s lines like ropes
on which I balance, love, I stand robust.
Who heard the steps of the astronaut on the moon?
Integrity is the soil that man stands upon that is a solid foundation for one’s inner being…
In other words, I get to choose and shape my reality.
Reid looked down at the creature lying by his feet. In the moonlight, the rivulets of blood matting the thick fur were black. It moved…
I’m over you,
but erasure takes its time.