Reflections

A one way mirror, it must be For them, it’s clearer seen than me I look to my left I look to my right I know not where to walk tonight Should I take this path? Should I go there? Feign the footsteps of who dare? Nothings known on a false throne Uncertainty is all … More Reflections

Perspective, Pt. 1

On November the fourth, at five fifteen in the afternoon, a sharply dressed gentleman in a casual suit, cowboy hat, and shiny snakeskin boots walks into a dive bar on the busy streets of New York City. Approaching the long row of stools aligning the bar top, he chooses one directly adjacent to the only … More Perspective, Pt. 1

Romeo & Juliet

I feel the pain I feel it, yes I feel the sear that sits, unrests This knife is there It’s unaware It gleans and rests, asks if you dare It teases you You know it’s true It’s nothing that you’d ever do It stays, the thought It isn’t caught It’s in our minds, it is … More Romeo & Juliet

Wish

********** Important Disclaimer This poem addresses depression, and more specifically, suicide. It is meant only as an expression of art, and should not be taken in any real-life context. If you are experiencing suicidal thoughts or tendencies, there are many resources that can help. National Suicide Prevention # 1-800-273-8255 https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/ ********** Wish I wish I … More Wish

I Heard That!

Majestic Mr Baxter He’s back, and don’t you know His paws, they hide in this car ride As he waits to steal the show See, we’ve discussed how we must trust This pup, for up is down And backwards god is dog, I say When written in this town Some may scoff, but they’re just … More I Heard That!

Mindful Masochist

I pen through pain so much it seems, write on my regret I mull my mind for cheerful lines but sometimes these are all I get I see the light, it’s there I know; still slightly out of reach Forging forward on this path to practice what I preach Perhaps Pain is my jailer, yet … More Mindful Masochist

Tomorrow

“Come see me,” said the mother To the daughter, on the phone “I will,” the daughter told the mother “It’s just the timings off, you know?” Two weeks later, ‘twas a man A drunkard in his car He hit the mother, going ninety With the daughter still afar A final image met Mom’s eye Trapped … More Tomorrow