It is not untrue to now say,how I have made my own wayacross every single distant sea,on this course to unfind me. A sacred quest here, alone,as if now meant to atonefor the sins that I committed,since all the receipts...

Funny how I always seem to drinkNothing but a most briny ink,While everything that I finally seeSinks to the depths all around me. For life is not “like” a simile—Well beyond “to be, or not to be,”It is truly a...

In Cadence of Rhyme I am always so less demandingAfter crossing the bridge of understanding,Where I can meet myself on the other side,Folding in upon me just like the tide. For what a mixture that makes—Me, myself, and I, all our...

There is certainly no doubt...I have a doctorate in Without—earned this coveted Ph.D.by living this life of lonely me. Wearing this chronic frown,I had no need of cap and gown,no need for any commencementupon this stage of dour cement. For all...