Loss

It’s Grief…Isn’t It?

Questions…answers?

Time’s Humble Servants

To live is to serve the wayward clock

My Grief and You…

Grief is the only part of you I have left…

The Face in the Well

A poem

My heart bleeds ink
And my eyes are crying tar.

He Grew Exhausted of the Day

A broken sonnet to a broken man

Death Canticles

A Poetic Journey Home

1. hands weave circles on your bony chest, tiny incantations,
   each one a…

Empty Horizon

When the roads lead onward without you

POETRY

The Relativity of a Decade

A poem

Möbius Loop Poetry

Reoccurring thoughts in a day

Anger Persists, Steel Rusts

A poem about grief and loss