poets
People don’t want poetsThey want bright lights, WiFi, iced coffee, cheapDeals and expensive trips. They want to see sunsetsIn other countries. The newest cellphone. What they don’t want is me.
Unison
I have now gotten to where the dogs barkingMixed with the gunfire and the screams at nightDo not bother me. Instead, I allow the tune of Their song to fill…
2024 in the Rear-View
My thoughts on Substack, writing, and the past two years of publishing work. 2024 sucked. I wish I could articulate that differently, but it’d be dishonest, and I don't think…
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