Month: August 2015

Seasons

Out where the corn grows tall, The deer play hide and seek, And mosquitos swarm like street gangs Ready to … Continue Reading Seasons

I AM NIGHT and dusk is never ending. Probe the dark and prove my worth. Step blind into oblivion, summon … Continue Reading Love Letters, No. 26

Sitting with my skull Propped against An old window A/C unit, I had an epiphany, And here it is: My … Continue Reading Jailhouse Saints

IF YOU FOUND ME ON THE STREET and asked, “What have you done with your life?” my answer might be: “Well, that … Continue Reading Lucky

It’s Christmas in August for this vagabond poet. In case you missed the giddy Tweets, earlier this week I was honored … Continue Reading Drinkers With Writing Problems Published My Poem!

When we go out, I’m a stunt double, Or a bouncer, or a villain, or a thug; But only on … Continue Reading Icebreakers