A leaf poem

Weighing just grams and razor thin it holds against a force that carves mountains and washes away cities and drowns life.

Deep in the Suburbs and Isolated: a poem

Isolation used to be sought. Hours spent driving to the country for peace and quiet. Now it`s dreaded in a metropolis of over a million. Divided by highways and miles of surrounding parking lots and the distraction of television and social media. It’s an isolation of sensory overload without any real quiet. The local woods…

Protest in Despair and Hope

A pro protest piece to give help to the cause. Please excuse any misspelled words and it may not be work safe. I wont censor my own work if I see it as harmless.

Shapes of Things

Take a walk and look at the shapes of things and the art nature makes.