poetry

Poetry is rhythm of the soul. It is the written seed of song. It is the muse of the painter’s brush and the rhyme of the philosopher’s reason… and I have a lot of it.

LATEST POEMS

TO THE SPYAugust 10, 2022
FROM OUTSIDEAugust 8, 2022
SHIPS DON’T SINKAugust 5, 2022
SHOTS FIREDAugust 3, 2022
MOM AND BABYAugust 2, 2022
NAKED WITHOUT HIMJuly 31, 2022
CARCASJuly 30, 2022
TODAYJuly 28, 2022
YOU LAUGHJuly 23, 2022
BELOW THE PRESSUREJuly 22, 2022
THE FRIDGEJuly 18, 2022
WHAT DOORJuly 18, 2022

POETRY ARCHIVE

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March 5, 2022
A FATHER / DIGITAL INK

January 11, 2022
A FLOWER

January 22, 2022
A MATTER OF DISCIPLINE

June 20, 2022
A PATH EMERGES

April 26, 2022
A PRAYER FOR THE DYING

October 17, 2019
A PRAYER FOR THE HOPELESS

October 17, 2019
AGAIN

October 17, 2019
APOSTASY

October 17, 2019
BAITED BREATH

January 11, 2022
BEACH

February 19, 2022
BECAUSE I WAS KIND

February 19, 2022
BELOW THE PRESSURE

July 22, 2022
BETTER CHOICES / DIGITAL INK

January 11, 2022
BEYONDER

January 11, 2022
BLACK WATERS

October 17, 2019
BLIND

October 17, 2019
BLUE

October 17, 2019
BROKEN VESSEL

October 17, 2019
CARCAS

July 30, 2022
CAREFUL

October 17, 2019
CLAIRVOYANCE / DIGITAL INK

February 1, 2022
CLARK KENT

October 17, 2019
COLLAPSE

January 11, 2022
CONCEITED

October 17, 2019
CONCLUSIONS

October 17, 2019
CONTROL

October 17, 2019
DEAL

October 17, 2019
DENVER

January 11, 2022
DESCENT

October 17, 2019