Love are the range of poems which I’ve written either from experience or second hand knowledge of watching the experience unfold.
A complete oxymoron. It will make sense later in this piece.
Today marks just five days from when I leave Oregon for the state of Washington. I’ve tried to sleep for hours now and it’s just not happening. So I did what most of my ilk do Continue reading Bruce Lee and Wardrobe Malfunctions
My hands have become swollen making it difficult to type. I don’t know the reasoning for this and if I’m honest I couldn’t care less. I should be preparing for my impending journey to another state to share the company of a woman. I know all too well the judgements that come with such actions. I’ve already lost more than a few people whom thought so highly of themselves as to pass their adjudications onto me for my decisions. Continue reading Letting Go in the Moment
I’m exhilarated and exasperated
by the sound of your voice
over the line
It’s been some time now
or so it seems to my memory
but I remember it well Continue reading Take my Hand