It is a short, old note to my brother. I’m not sure if I remember what it was about, likely Department of Motor Vehicles. Found the note while I was cleaning room. Must be more a year old. I found little humor on it.

Of course he taught his own ways…

A little experiment with the Spenserian sonnet using only two syllables a line, save for number 11.

The 43rd poem in my series, PHEW!

Can there be a force so strong…

This will ideally take even more than my whole life to write.

Maybe it’s immature, but here is my ode to grass.

A poem about pills.

About living your life in this world.

About ghosts and spirits.