Out of the Abundance of the Heart, Fingers Type

Writing publicly scares me, but I’m here to break free.

Am I the Only Liberal, Sober, Christian, Vegan on the Planet?

It seems like kind of an anomaly to be…

A Letter to Myself

Dear Inner Writer, What Are You Striving for?

A Motion Picture, In Full Color

Working my dream, cause nothin’ comes for free

The Wake-Up

As I lay me down to sleep
I ask myself how can I prioritize my peace?
Waking up this morning, a pregnant mother died
along with the nine…

What’s Your Poison?

Prose poem

In the doldrums of life’s many valleys
In the quiet despair of mingled days
In…