Two Dark Paths

In life, sometimes all we see in the forest is the trees.

What Stares Back From the Mirror?

Can we see and realize our potential selves?

Bedtime Routine

I make my final rounds,
The doors are secure.
Dread fills me as I lay down,
For now I realize, 
This day has ended in ‘y,’
So…

Our Choice

Thank you for choosing me

Your Father’s Son

Your soul was large
It needed to consume newness
 — Again and again
But the Chicago frontier hemmed you in
You couldn’t expand…

Delivery After Delivery

A short story

Stack, Desk and Views

After 30 days into trying to publish as a hobby, here is what I saw as the…

It’s All Volcanoes

Free verse

I’m packing the car again

To

To be someone’s memory, 
To hear songs of glory, 
To eat only Paleo, 
To be the main character of every 
story, to remember nothing but an ocean 
and…