For me, writing is truly a dichotomy of delicious agony and suite ecstasy, always revealing itself as both the process and the product of catharsis.
Blues & the Absolute Truth
"...MustBe Me that’s Rushing by, " Time just clings, singing Lost chords of the absolute truth.Meanings linger like mother’s milk does to a baby
With courage not 2B
Discouraged & a wild senseOf improvisational abandon
That borders On insanity, I amUninhibited, unafraid To let these voices sing
A Riot is (Still) the Voice of the Unheard
Though I’ve listened to Silence, I understand thatNow is not the time.