Angry Young Man, Dipsomania, and Other Poems
An orange light peaks through the window Hatefully greets another day. He pulls the red sleeping bag over his head…
An orange light peaks through the window Hatefully greets another day. He pulls the red sleeping bag over his head…
When I first saw you, you were a half-erased sketch in a wheelchair that could have fit your thighs four…
Would you let me fall Would you be ok if I just drifted Would you be fine with me gliding…
My father used to have a talking crow named Jack; at least, that’s what he told me. Maybe that’s why…
Of what is nothing made but a bed of wild And idle flowers? The fractal petal bent Around the cusp…
The time to choose is approaching for the one to lead the people, but with lies and illusion invading our…
The soul's departure from the body is prearranged; a token of gratitude for hosting the rabble, ruse and giving toasts…
There are no executions in the square. Just look at this town center. Not a gibbet in sight. No bodies…
They spent their 70th anniversary just lying beside each other in the frozen cold of the church yard, the snow…
Illuminate this hand, Muse, To write a song of arms For Men, exiles of Fate. For this beginning will occur…