Tantrum & Mirrors

There was no way to come back from the war
in one piece.
Horse and carriage left
for the bleeding of real people; Mercy…

Hate is in the Air

Don’t I deserve a little respect too?

House of the Lords

A poem on slavery

Treasures Unveiled

For all that are lost, we may one day retrieve in oceans’ offered trinkets and the…

Déjà vu

Would I be proud of the thing I became? Would I cherish the thing I had been? Or would I be in…

The Sway of the Waves

When bad things come
And there is a time
That they always do,

Beginning

words are again clogged in the poet’s esophagus…