Whispered War

In dusted rubble cries of orphaned Syrian children echo

The Book of Shame

A poem

You gathered in the halls of the government
You took a cowardly stand to voice your fake…

How Will We Ever Wake the Sun?

I feel like I’m falling every time
I close my eyes
Corruption piles like toxic waste
And it’s barely just…

No Two K

Joe and Jill went to Capitol Hill and didn’t give you two k

The Groundhog was Wrong

A Poem

Solitary
in the
knowledge
reinforcements
will be here soon.

How to Frame an Argument

tell everyone you love them
try to make a joke about 
the good old days
while losing your voice
in the act of ad lib

Beach Baby

A Poem

A First Child

who was

The Faint Echoes In The Corridors Of Justice

How Peace Returns To The Troubled Land After The Eruptions

Political Dust

a poem

Political Dust is slow and messy
 and mixed with blood and tears.