Your Addiction Wants You Dead and Other Warnings

Prose Poem

Legacies

My son and grandson gifted me with a smile

Dying On Your Lunch Break

Inconveniencing your boss

closure

A poem

there is no closure
eagerly awaiting me
in the wake of our
anticlimactic
end — 
i stuff every crevice…

Wrong Pages

Sometimes this world is too nasty…

what you look like

it’s a sort of culture of inclusion 
and safety 
to be allowed to be free 
without worry of being judged 
or scrutinized for…

self aware

young man reaches out 
to touch a sunflower 
but an angry, giant 
hedgehog 
sorta got in the way…
he says, why is it, man, 
that we gotta…

I Dreamt of Wasps

There’s a hidden nest in my head I want to leave alone

Without Significance

The beauty of anonymity

Stay

A poem

This year, I take little comfort in green shoots
rising up from frosted beds of fallen leaves and mud.
The buds…