tune-out

my thoughts are lost 
in the constant chatter 
my plans they dissipate 
in the cloud of expectations 
my patience is waning 
my courage is…

POETRY

Time Ticks …

What will you leave behind?

From the Oubliette

A Handful of Meditations Via the Usual Prosy Stanzas

To Choose Not to See

A Poem on Homelessness

beauty and rage

I am blessed with

beauty and rage

pretty black bows

tie me together

nights spent alone

pull me apart

You can be a halfway house for the broken, or a temple of dreams.

Because you are the altar, not the…

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his feet waded
in the cross-stitched
undertow with a
rod and reel
beside a navy blue
and blonde haired
Tuesday.
his eyes looked
back…

Slashpile

acrid rolling smoke

sitting in