Poetry

Weeping Benches

And a passing robin

strangulation is exhausting

embarrassed people,
we see you digging hasty graves
in the undernourished urban soil
of the only empty lot on…

Relent

A poem

The veins of the city
a hundred thousand graves
a million closed doors
Pandora’s box hidden
beyond the…

The Unvarnished Truth

A poem

I sit in the middle of the room, 
a bare bulb swinging, casting 
shadows like…

My Dear

My dear,
I was wondering about your name,
I was wandering in doubt too vain.
You’re not around, in flesh and bone,
But I’m surround’, I made you…

54th Birthday Blues

A poem

I was going to write about
How sad I am
But I’m not

Body in Water

A poem

My memories remaining young
while my body decays,

The Unbearable Heaviness Of Chance

Existentialism and Essence

Yellow Roses

A poem

I bought some yellow flowers today,
A bouquet of roses, a bright nosegay,
To celebrate the…

the least of these is a 10-year-old from Uvalde

I wrote this poem two years ago when Uvalde happened…