Your light is going out.

This a poem I wrote about myself. I have been having a really hard time lately, and this seems the only way I know to let it out.

A lonely house and a encyclopedia salesman make for an interesting time.

A poem I wrote out of inspiration from reading “”Caged Bird” by Maya Angelou.

A diagnosis can be a death sentence.

The agony that afflicts me day after day.

Just another poem.

Something I wrote a few months ago. I was in the middle of a "Why won’t the world leave me alone?" crisis.

Out of sight, but never out of mind.

There were heads all around…