kid lunch

I’m an adult drinking a juice box, 
so what? 
there’s nothing wrong 
or childish 
about the box format 
when it comes to beverages…
I mean…

re-en·act·ment

Alternatively, “electrostatic like vodka”

Until I have a heaven

I’m still sorry, and best regards

scales

in my bones

I feel a tipping scale

how much weight

can it hold

before it falls

spilling my life’s work

Poem: Stench of Grief

Stench of Grief

This life is for me
So if she’s not here with me
Shouldn’t I trust that…

ABSTRACT POETRY

Cumbersome Styles

Tired of Fear

Poetry

A New Sisyphus

Almost-finished fruit palace

Flowetry

Freedom’s Roots

A call to the authentic self