I Just Made the Most Money Ever This Month Writing on Elephant Journal So Why Do I Want To Quit?

You Should Take More Chances

A letter to myself from a moment of clarity.

Poetry and Prose

Suddenly I was too weak to move

a poem about forgetting how to breathe

Dying in Boston

I Need Antibiotics, Please.

The Sleep in My Eyes

A poem on finding footing in a rocky world.

Remembering Why I Write (A Letter)

Amanda,

Poetry

High and Dry

A poem with hippos (of sorts)

Look How She Expose Haself So

Swear think she’s the only person who ever been in love and hurt.

The writer’s road.

A path between tow blank pages.

It is a Birthday

You have lived another year. What will be next?