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The crappiest day of work is no match for my pen….

Sometimes, work sucks. Although I stopped drinking alcohol and smoking weed more than 15 years ago, I totally get why people use. Drugs and alcohol short-cut anger and frustration and there are times when I can understand the desire for… Continue Reading →

I am whole [poem]

i walk while detritus at my feet frames shards of broken lives that reflect a cubist distortion of what I could be bottle twists and pipe puffs could’ve scattered me among dead sagebrush and forgotten dreams but i ignored the… Continue Reading →

a poem to those who've died of an OverDose

you are here not in flesh, but in spirit like a butterfly’s wing that hits the sea you left a ripple that grows and grows…. Your smile was a sun at night flowers bloomed under your moonbeam glow and danced… Continue Reading →

a poem to those who've died of an OverDose

you are here not in flesh, but in spirit like a butterfly’s wing that hits the sea you left a ripple that grows and grows…. Your smile was a sun at night flowers bloomed under your moonbeam glow and danced… Continue Reading →

the house where dew-eagles nest [a poem]

may be just a house yet it resonates with and through me… adobe bricks and mud-plastered walls contain sounds and smells that echo in me as well haven’t lived there in years but really, i’ve never left this house and… Continue Reading →

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