Penny for a Poem

My poetry, often autobiographical, less than often well-written, but always from the best and worst places of my imagination. Some might make you laugh, some might make you cry, so if you're masochistic it's a win/win. Enjoy.

A Hard Home To Call Home

A short, pithy poem detailing my thoughts on my childhood in as few words as possible. If it sounds familiar, feel free to get in touch, it would be nice to hear from you.

There's Nothing Here

There's no hidden meanings here. Really no need for analysis. Understand? There's no need to research it, just read and dismiss it. Honestly there's nothing here.

Who We Were, Who We Are

Desperation, despair, grief. I write a poem to convey what once tore me in half. This is that poem. Please read it slowly.