Poems

A repository for donkeys. Or poems. Who can tell these days?

Northwest

I recently moved from NY to WA. Some thoughts.

Battles

I rather like how this reads.

No Solace for Poets

There is no Solace for Poets But a special kind of Indifference Contrasting extraordinary empathy What is it then all worth? To write, to create Massing and destroying Worlds upon worlds

Method Writing

Sometimes the stories I paint Are of an idealistic fiction Too perfect to be real And yet indistinguishable From the world around me So they become something to strive after

Paying the Piper

I'd like to pay the Piper For him to whistle me home To saddle me with the consequence For a lifetime spent alone But the sound of retribution Always rings cold and stiff