In Quest.The inquest was words about a good life The life and the death of my sweet wondrous wife She was brave, she was loving and kind to the core…Oct 9, 2021Oct 9, 2021
Published inHingedSticking Plaster Blues. A Poem for The Young.When I was a childOct 2, 20211Oct 2, 20211
Published inHingedA STORY ABOUT THE NOTHINGNESS OF ADDICTION. JUST EVERYTHING.Some people call it their “Works’. Others, their “Kit’. “Spike.” “Pin”. “Gun”.Oct 2, 2021Oct 2, 2021
A poem for addicts that is as messy as my addiction.I have snorted pharmaceutical death More helpful to me than a deities breathSep 4, 20212Sep 4, 20212
A poem for those who do not know anymore.My Mother is dying, I guess like we all are,Aug 31, 20211Aug 31, 20211
A poem for three good souls.I do not know you Judy McLain But you know that I know you, No overblown claim. You are kind, you are rare You do not play the gameAug 28, 20212Aug 28, 20212
Smile, I Am A Thief.No image can be inserted from my tablet, but hey, it’s about the writing right?Aug 21, 20213Aug 21, 20213
For The One I Love, And It Is Not Myself.I am going to suffer. There is an almost onomatopoeic quality to the word, conjuring up notions of unrelenting pain. The 4 pills lying on…Aug 12, 20214Aug 12, 20214