An older poem of mine that I came across and thought I'd share.
Category: Brand Old Content
Be The Light
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.
Fire signs and watermarks
Another Brand Old poem. Originally published in Bellowing Ark Vol. 25 Number 4 -- 2009
The flame only burns if you linger
Another poem from the archives.
Common clay
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...
The wolves have lost their fangs their will their way
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 always there:
Death is knocking back
drinks with
Hemingway
lurking around
shiny switchblade corners
slippery jackknife turns
rotting on the side
of the road
stalking like a jilted lover...