He stood, sweating, gazing over the vastness of what looked like nothingness; hot, glaring, monochromatic landscape, broken only by an … More
Tag: #introtopoetry
Imperfect
I sat, submissively. You stood, towering. You, the PhD. Me the struggling artist. My thumbnail kept picking at the edge … More
Face
I thought I could hide my face; that outward declaration of what I am thinking, or who I truly am … More
Friend
Friend, that person who, despite what it costs them, will take Responsibility for your well-being by Insisting that you prepare, … More
Logan’s Outlook
He towers tall over his tiny kitten, sitting in his power chair, Simply smiling, sentient, all but savvy, Knowing how … More
