A man follows an unusual ambition while his life falls apart around him on this classic study of despair.

Just a poem about waking up in the morning and going about a normal day. All the thoughts that one might be thinking of during it.

A poem about life in general and how our actions each day mold the path that we follow. Both good and bad together forming the life we live.

A prose poem to my nephew.

You kill me again.

Three SHORT NARRATIVES ON TEENAGERS AND POOL.

An Ode to Heat. A Poem.

This is a poem I’ve written for a college writing class. It’s a introspective view of the happenings at a pool hall written in the first person. Hope you enjoy.

Reasons, Excuses, and because; telling me why you don’t love me is as easy breathing and that is something that is getting harder and harder for me to do. Drowning In Because… my head is barely above water, my fault for still hearing anything.

Sometimes there is the devil to pay.