Writers are scavengers of life. Plucking emotion from made up fantasies while dealing with reality. Writers use words as a timewarp to manipulate and control destinies of their inner wants and needs. Setting the dark gnarly worm of self destruction into a blossoming butterfly of freedom from the demon of the Id. Compensation comes in … Continue reading Union


You love Me and sulk with sad eyes pleading Me to stay as I dress to leave I love You but I leave You alone forever again and again You meet my return every time with joy Nails hitting linoleum Behind the door Jumping paws Beating the rhythm for Happy Barks This poem was written for … Continue reading Loyalty