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I am battered and bruised but I am holding on. Because I am strong The world is beating down my door but it will not last long. Because I am str..

He writes like jazz. The trumpet is his paper and the notes make up the words. He writes like jazz. Just like the b-major scale that the alto sax..

I pump it out like automobiles on an assembly line. Fake it till you make it is my sister's advice. God I want to make it! Not for prestige. Not..

I know what it feels like to bleed your soul onto a piece of paper. I die every night so the words can live. Each pen stroke is a death knell f..

I found God in a synagogue surrounded by Jews galore You found God just like a dog with flea-ridden curs and more. God flung down his grace and w..

A poem written during an all night manic episode

I stretch my lobes slowly. The infinitesimal difference between gauges barely noticeable. I'm banking on that. Banking on the idea that by the tim..

I wonder what dying feels like. Is it a slowly letting go, or a desperately hanging on? Is it universal like taking your first breath after being..

Little Miss Molly sat on a wally minding her business as always. But that was to easy so God sent a breezy, knocking her dead to the ground. And ..

A talitot is the hebrew plural of a prayer shawl