Poetry

The Collector

She's a collector of simple things The breakdowns, the sheared hair, the open vein She collects them all, nothing missed…

7 years ago

America

Let America be America again When leadership becomes readership, we may have lost When a diving rhetoric swallows the impoverished,…

7 years ago

Confidence

In the palm there lies a two-headed coin On one side lies arrogance, with its strut and pride On the…

7 years ago

Oh Zeus, you mighty god of passion Why have you cursed so many with your lascivious nature When Eros cast…

7 years ago

The Gnomic Father Pt. 3

Come child, come near and listen well I'll speak of the times we read, and why they matter Reading takes…

7 years ago

Spirituality

The needs of all and shown in few Spirituality, the light that bridges everyone It needs no religion though many…

7 years ago

Home

Home is not walls, nor roof, floor, nor a set of french doors. Home is a state of mind. It's…

7 years ago

Integrity

The most honorable of traits are you The hardest to see fulfilled "Doing the right thing, even when no one…

7 years ago

Goleta the Goodland

I can't recall a time, before Goleta the Goodland It lingers in the veins, this destination of decency It's flavor…

7 years ago

Middle School

Feeling the electric lines and their sparkling chatter recalls a sense of self A reverting of time as memories of…

7 years ago