Someone recently asked me if she could call me a poet. The answer to that is a resounding, "no." I write some poetry, to be sure, but often it's bad and needs heavy editing before even having a chance at publication (two poems that I have had published, for instance, were both heavily edited before making the cut... and neither one was over five lines, if I recall).
But, I still write the stuff, usually out of boredom or some substance-induced mood swing (no, not those substances) that briefly inspires an unusual train of thought.
Anyway, see for yourself:
Life's one sad song after another
as if there's a rhythm to shedding tears
dance the night, unaware the sun is on its way... Read More
"Sit. And think." - Auguste Rodin
So sit and think
imagine voices, once calm and strong... Read More
Teach me to ride the wind
and away we'll go
my shadow is lost this close to the sun... Read More
"Once a Time"
dust covers the house you grew up in
the street you grew up on
winds of change kept nothing clean... Read More
a blank page
like blank mind
instinct formed between the covers... Read More