tidal waves wept, candles lit

I find my voice, my style, then I break it after a while I’m pushing boundaries I’m sailing new seas I’m digging in deeper these spirit’s arteries, this song’s a keeper that word’s to weep this metaphor is too big of a leap. I write like a child I write like I’m wild then IContinue reading “tidal waves wept, candles lit”

So it Seems

All the words that could be written have already been written with the hand of this mitten, cold fingers snow-smitten and numbed into repeating the same beats over and over like the floppy paws of a hungry-for-food kitten. — I keep a long document of most every poem I’ve written since 8th grade and lastContinue reading “So it Seems”