I know. I know the secrets to a good life now.   I didn't know at the time before, when it mattered most.   When I could still persevere, still take the right turn at that fork in the road.    Still haunting are the choices I've made, still punishing and overwhelming.    Knowing young...

If I were to touch you, would you tell me to stop?   If I were to press my lips into yours, would you shut-up and give-in to me?   If I were to run my tongue up your throat, would you shiver in lustful anticipation?    If...

As I settle in the chair  before my poetry book, It is only the calm before the storm, that is, the journal unopened,  the storm within hemorrhaging, the blizzard of words to be inked whirl in the lashing wind within my mind.  Begging to be channeled  to...