I’m afraid I’ve brokenfrom realityand I wouldn’t put this in poetrynormally,but every lighthas its shadow.
At four in the morning loves drowsiness still lasts. I come to my study to say…
I love to write. It’s a pleasure I discovered later in life, and even then it was only through the…
The grey skies do not bow to anyoneNot even me, the blurred figure walkingWrapped in drastic…
Prologue: 2018
I make it a habit to go back and look at something I might have written a year or…
A Struggle for Mundane Inspiration
Inside my head is where the words lived.