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...

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...

A poem about the life and work of Viennese Actionist artist Rudolf Schwarzkogler (1940-1969) My world is stills of black and white My...

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 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...

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...

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

Nothing really matters I'm just another man who fell to Earth Beau, oui, comme Bowie But none of that matters Some wizard drawing...

Another night wandering aimlessly Meandering and lonely Gas guzzling in this old cab This old scab Turning right on 27th Left on 33rd And...