On May 30th, I am slated to finally become a two-time published author. Returning From Exile is a poetic examination of struggle, a work...

Love is a migratory bird Bringing warmth to some Leaving others in the cold Flying above all reason Peace is a migratory bird A dove on...

A solitary figure walks with purpose into a dour, gray meeting room. He is greeted by a few empty chairs. He will make this his abode for...

Love takes on many colors, not just red and pink. We often think of it as the “happily ever after” and the white picket fence with kids...

It has been exactly one year since I received my first copies in the mail of a book that had been several years in the making; my book,...

Poetry is play! The day it no longer is is the day you're gone to stay. Enough poeting around; time to get to the point! Oh wait! That...

Moon's a yellow omelet Lighting up a silhouette Chimney or a cigarette Thought I saw it die Of happiness or sadness Or maybe the madness...

29 going on 30 Life’s gone metallic Bold and italic Urgent and critical! Feeling whimsical and cynical 29 going on 30 29 going on 30 The...

For us singles, watching couples walk hand in hand can be both gratifying and grating all at once. You can’t help but wonder when your...

I accomplished something recently. After years of work developing it and another year or so going through the publishing process, I’ve...

You must be fancying me mad after reading this title. How can a writer even entertain such a thought on the subject of books? Not to...

I once had a dream A wonderful dream Of Trevi fountains And Himalayan mountains But it's all stardust now And all that's left for me now...

"Time won't give me time …" goes my favorite Culture Club song. Now does that not capture so much of how we often feel about our lives?...

In a world where authoritarianism is on the rise, one cannot help but ask the question: "How does democracy die?". "In darkness" is what...

Got me trapped inside a blue mind Where there's anything but blue sky Restless shadows Dream worlds in my mind Got raptured by a dark...

All writers love to write or they would not be writers naturally. But it is impossible to always be able to produce material worth...

The solitary man struts the streets Oblivious to the snow and the show Gaze firmly fixed to the horizon No rush - he's learned to take it...

There is a smile on my face Hiding away the tears Hiding away the years That passed me by The flower of my youth gone With barely the...

Stuck on island of your own Trapped inside your room for a thousand days Reliving all the battles past Thinking of the realm that you...

The will to live was shattered The lust for life was battered Trust in self was compromised Mind and soul lobotomized And the rest...