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88 miles per hour Struggling on the Hedonic treadmill 86 the citation Swallow the almond-shaped pill. A 2-4-1 special with brass knuckles Is t..

You are an upside vessel In a roaring sea, Each nourtical mile A reminder of the empty Air you hold. The space is nothing, The arithmetic of..

A young woman wakes up in an unfamiliar place, hunted by an inhuman stalker.

A lotus blossomed on my chest As my legs, at cross-purpose, Challenged ghosts. I felt a flame lick At my ankles and my lips, I felt it slide..

In wine, is wisdom.

Your words, my words, Our games in the rain. No sticks and stones Or metaphorical bones, Just the shifting of weight On a see-saw. I'm los..

Insomnia, ghosts, late nights, what could have been.

A quick poem written on my phone.

Looking back at the ones we've lost and the things we could've done.

A tribute to the woman I loved, who passed away February 16, 2014. Goodbye my love.