live well, when the hooded dealer turns over a winning hand fortune has arrived, and she is easily disdained by… Read more pockets

With my money, With my time With fragile hearts, including mine, With my response when inquiring about my weekend, With… Read more beers in the park

a short poem and a short play, no different than our day to day. Each day something new, someone new, only to realize no ones watching.

I recall a life; It’s lost now. Curiosity a lost art now. The mind before time. A ruler impedes, A… Read more paradise

inspired by the shocking aspects of the human race that allow us to deliberately pain one another, to hurt someone we love. The unfortunate truth, that some are simply cold hearted.

Self hatred is a sad esteem, a common theme. Built out of shame and regret, amongst other things. Self hatred… Read more this song of mine

I don’t remember how winter feels, but I know how it should; Brisk against my skin, frigid in the wind.… Read more hoodie

Recently I was watching an episode of Mad Men, a brilliant show based in New York City during the 60s.… Read more the moon & the stars

A short poem describing the mystery of self imagery and the seperation between the I and the self.