An older poem of mine that I came across and thought I'd share.
One more from the dusty vaults. Probably circa early two thousand-teens. Sometimes no one will be there to guide you through the muck. Sometimes you have to step up and shine despite the darkness inside. You're not alone out there. Let's shine together.
Another Brand Old poem. Originally published in Bellowing Ark Vol. 25 Number 4 -- 2009
Another poem from the archives.
The title poem to one of my poetry manuscripts that never came to be. Now that the years have gone by, I see just how prophetic this poem is. Or how damning...
A poem from the archives. This one has been published several times (I think my most published poem), and seemed to be a hit whenever I performed it. Seems so long ago. Another life. Hopefully it still has a bite.
Death is always there:
Death is knocking back
shiny switchblade corners
slippery jackknife turns
rotting on the side
of the road
stalking like a jilted lover...