P U S H F O L L O W S

that moon is a cliche’/
howling wolves rave./
that lunar muse that pulls away at;
a tide, et al, to write it all,
& to…

Lyrical Rhyme Spewing from my Lips

Poetic verse peeling back another layer of ego

Opposites In Touch

And, I can feel like a sun

Calming Down

Inner dialog

Sometimes it feels like I am trying to reason with a spoiled child. Calming down the fits…