Poem: Day of a Father.dirty boots, dried mud on faded jeans ashy knuckles, cracks on his left wrist he snaps the cap off a cold brew sitting back on the…Nov 12Nov 12
Life: the Bird & the Brick.People. People are like wings, they fly you places. People. People are like bricks, they keep you grounded to a place. One isn’t better…Oct 23Oct 23
Poem: lost on land, racing a rat.as day passes younger i’m no longer aches and long stretches hand support, leg support back support, life support.Oct 211Oct 211
Life: Have Your Last.I wrote down a difficult question this morning, one of those “I don’t want to think about that”, “why should I care?” type of questions but…Oct 7Oct 7
Life: Walk Into A Pole.I have had a strong couple of days. I chose “strong” so as to not use “difficult”, eventful though would be the better word. I’ve had an…Sep 10Sep 10
