My eyes are stained from the beatings and the poverty…

About the desire for a greener, cleaner Earth.

This is not a poem. It’s a rhymed essay about our great nation.

Tribute to an unsuspecting muse.

About consumption.

Upon seeing a distressful picture, I wrote this.

Communion and consumption and sin and forgiveness.

Evolving ourselves towards mirth.

An unflinching examination of corruption and its cost.