A Poisonous Poem

A Poisonous Poem

Poison is obvious, right? It smells rotten or looks dangerous or feels scary. But the insidiousness of a good poison is that it’s none of these things. It smells sweet tastes delicious feels so normal… like cyanide or antifreeze or…

InHuman

InHuman

One last poem…and least for a time… I misplaced my humanity for a time. I recognized the illusion of ego, but lost Myself. I still bore my name, but the identity attached to the label began to disappear. My name…

Ode to Old Loves

Ode to Old Loves

For some reason, I’m on a poetry sharing jag right now. Here’s one of my personal favorites I’ve written:   My first love was my grandfather. He made sure to always blow the spaghetti out of my ears, and together…

Broken Vessels

Broken Vessels

I wrote my first poem when I was 8 years old. Poetry was my first love and still infuses every word I write. This seems like the right poem to share with you all today. Broken Vessels You reach for…

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