NEWS
Atomic Birds
Alone i choose the ra’dio of my heart Picking up echoes of your distant song In cracks of thunder five seconds apart The rolling trains
Circumscribed
Sifting through the rubble it’s plain to see Avoiding rifts we always stayed seated The very last thing you wanted to be But a “bad
Super Blue Moon
Wednesday night on my couch dropping a dime On myself, circle, and diameter I got the syllables, I got the rhyme Still can’t nail iambic
Poetry on Parade
I’ve written poetry for years, but had never read it aloud before this weekend. On Friday, I had an event at Esquina Chicago to celebrate
Sober.
I used to have a drinking problem. I don’t think it ever elevated to the point of “alcoholism” and I don’t identify as an alcoholic,
Digging in the Dirt
It’s been a helluva few years. I had a string of manic episodes, got divorced, lost my apartment of 25 years, and was diagnosed with