A small fish next to the smoke.

Anticipation aids me in staying longer in appreciation…

Imagining the last thoughts of a woman who committed suicide.

Simple yet beautiful.

I am the rock, slowly withering away.

About a father who sort of lost his daughter to the world early in her life, and then had trouble dealing with her when she became more involved in his life as she grew older.

Alienation of individual due to society. Includes themes of insanity and isolation associated with the Beat generation.

A half-breed has no family. He has no purpose in life. The half-breed flies into a trap following a possible link to his family. Now he has his purpose.

For the one who shares my exile.

Have you ever looked at your own hand and felt like it didn’t belong to you? A moment like that has inspired me in writing this poem.