A cup of coffee Some social media Then a shower and a swim meet sitting waiting cheering for 32.41 seconds and then back to sitting outside, under a tree, with a computer working for an hour until the next race…
it’s the wrong world for people who feel those who’ve graduated dogma’s ire suffocating under a blanket of sorrow while the world outside is on fire *** This is the thirteenth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break…
well aren’t you a pretty little child said the devil to the boy let’s take a walk and play some games and I know just the toy I have one that flies and floats but I keep it in…
Considering how much time I’ve spent in the company of females I look forward to the day when I’m considered a subject matter expert and asked by men, what’s the secret? – Because there is no secret. You just step…
You’re born you’re raised and you begin to fry the layers of innocence and freedom singed straight through a city of skeletons driving kids to soccer practice in the safest Volvo money can buy but their skin…
