Stick and stones may break my bones but word can never hurt me…

So a friend’s jailbird bound boyfriend wants her to get pregnant before he goes to jail.

A doctor tries to relieve tension that builds in her heart…

I guess I have to go through this yet again…

Poem to jailbird, thug, low life who is a user and major moocher.

Although this is a true story that took place in my past it feels like a lifetime away.

This poem I wrote for abused women, who you see in the world all too often staying with the men that abuse them because they are so controlled by that person they believe they love them.

Quiet as a mouse. Take a closer look, you may just see a child with that look. Silent screaming are loud, we just need to get our heads out of the clouds.

To an abuser, at a hurtful, angry time in my life.