Plight of the Poet

I can’t write anything fiction. I’m far too self-serving for that. So I simply parade my thoughts around in metaphors and other people’s...

“periscope vernacular catastrophe daffodil” people are just sounding boards for other people’s emotions my cell phone knows me better...

From Monopole [formerly Theodorus in Excelsis] An ever-fleeting storm dissipates beyond the deep horizon. She is best when she is less...

It’s been several days since a useful thought has come to me. More of the same old shit spewing from my brain. Sigh, fetter, waste. This...

To what end will my existence find? To what extent and on what grounds will my existence thrive? These questions have no answers ...

With reason enough, I’ve been thinking over writing more and more…as of late. Beyond my current state of endeavors and affairs, I guess...

How many times is it going to take until you realize how good you’ve got it? No, don’t pick up the guitar and start playing music. You’re...

the thrill of hope is lost somehow in the petals of a gilded rose that blooms away from that what it once was it is a two-leaf flower now...

From the award-winning short story A Vain and Terrible Thing, or Therapy, or Mr. Mitchell’s Cock Charade. What if I told you that I don’t...

insert something thoughtful here. #somethingthoughtful #notreallyarmistice