Victim

Severe truth about life and our society

Love with all its wrinkles

better than sex

Finite's Lost Arrow

there's always one

MAN ON A TRACTOR poem

acreage stretching into the sun a driver prideful of his rows their perfection in rounded shapes

NEW YORK CITY SEPT 11, 2001 poem

cell-phones cry love to distant homes families listen in terror, sad conversations memories of precious voices, and then silence, smoke, faces raised in awe.

EYES poem

tears heard from loving children a father not realizing his loved one absorbed it all.

Twin Desires

The world's no longer a veil of tears as joys uncoil from inane phrases and the heart opes its chambers through arteries of sounds it's never admitted before. Skies

A Song for Pinda

For the REAL Rapper in the hood ;)

"the sunshine"

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Diary of a Liquid Dieter

I was packing over eleven pounds of unshiftable weight after months of desperate exercise and all kinds of celebrity fat-to-fab in a nanosecond diets when I stumbled on Beyonce Knowles in “Dreamgirl

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