I have a question, though from my breath it falls It dances across the tongue, seeking simple thoughts My voice…
Go and grab your toys, you know the ones, you don't play with them anymore Get your robots, your legos,…
Hope is a feckless bully When you think you've lost it all, he appears He drives you in the morning,…
Those shakes, that uncertainty No day is worse than the first What will happen, what can't be reversed The fear…
No new poetry today. I start university again on monday, which means I'll likely slow down a bit due…
What to say when life's away, when we knew our betters Oh he was a fine man, just, quite unlike…
She's a collector of simple things The breakdowns, the sheared hair, the open vein She collects them all, nothing missed…
Let America be America again When leadership becomes readership, we may have lost When a diving rhetoric swallows the impoverished,…