Cobbled Together

A Poem

I feel cobbled together;
piece by piece
like a scrappy quilt
crafted by a beginner without a…

So What Makes A Real Man?

And it’s always been there

Beyond My Reach

I wasn’t trying to find myself here between the lines, behind the lurking failure of a promise about to be broken. I could’t even…

Colors

Live for the moments you glow your brightest… blue, green, orange, purple, pink. Yellow.

Fitting in the World

Poetry

I don’t fit here, do I?
this world of oxymoron's…