Poetry written between 1987 and 1997–in the midst of my depression years. Dark, symbolic, some not so good but shared them anyway.
Today as I walked alone,
Just like always, Continue reading →
Sleeping soundly in the balmy bed of
Big Brother’s palm. Continue reading →
Wide awake (for once) determined to learn
texts, pencils, fresh sheets of paper, shamelessly sheer
anticipating that long-awaited Mark. Continue reading →