A Farewell Poem.
The world is awake and watching
WTF America?
I got down on my kneesto lay this project out for youI wanted my sketchesto make an irrefutable…
Day barely managed to rouse from her sleep, bedhead frizzy, icy fog,
Inspiredto createsomething.
Perseus and Pressure
The park is filled withSo many people, it almost resemblesA collage, normalcy, but…
Slip past the delusionInto the psychedelic swirl ofSprings of colors.
Poem
Kiss me,
Ox-tongue in blood-brothAnd Sunday gunmetal fog.Apparitions strut and fretIn a dumb show.
On an evening, the traitorWails on Duncan’s angel wings.These days, after the hauntingCries…
A free-verse poem about tea and aging.