Poet

On Writing

A story is not a mere collection of words. It has to be written in tandem with the formless. The formless creates the form. Out of nothing…

Time for This Moment

After a lifetime of believing I had to be busy every moment, I told the world to stop.

I Remember Colors

For Those of Us Depressed

When You Buy One and Get One Free

Can you beat that?

“A poet warrior realizes both the brutality…

Poem Walking

a living breathing walking talking poem

If you Know

this feeling is all to familiar.

Him

A poem

when he moves,
my soul moves with him
every step,
every breath,
every nerve is mine

A Life Still Yet To Be Lived

Did a doctor call you in? Was it but too painful

Return to Sender

It’s mine. I’ll take it back.