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I made this. It’s my art.(waving poem in hand) If someone asks me“where are you displayed?”I answer, “everywhere I go.&rdquo..

I can’t see the forest, I come across each tree chopping wildly in all directions only making dents, puffing breath, veins b..

Then, when I returned to town, hitting bottom, unable to live elsewhere, further than a ten mile radius from Mom or Daddy, with my pockets empty ..

three part poem

Three part Poem; this is part I

You’re Ma when I feel disrespectful maybe telling you something that stems from your faults with me; You’re Mommy when I n..

For a dear friend who died too young

He says: I want u to know the truth. I haven’t stopped loving you. In my lonely sadness, I just want to scream. Go out running and ask,..

I’m trying very hard she says Trying sounds like excuses I just don’t understand she says Don’t becomes the hill The lack of und..

The sea rolls onto the shore, roars its whitewashed waves upward, descending downward, onward to the tips of my toes I’m s..