Most days, I would rather stayunderneath my coversand in the warm glowof errant sunlight strands…
Broken. Interrupted. Incomplete. Stop. Enough.Maybe life should be filled with more gratifying karma. I…
You cannot see itbut there is miseryon this empty plate this empty bedThe birds keep thinking if…
Self-isolation
The residue of solitudeis indelibleIts project of marking outwide swaths of the staggeredvision…
Listen to the gentle hum of nothingnessA stagnant vision of a life less livedA cornered…
Disfigured & rotting with painthe distance between pieces of hopeonly grewSprung from new graveafter…
I open my eyes every morningwith delusional forgetfulnessof the plight we are all inAnother day at…