The Last Bullet
the production lines have gone silentthe last soldier has just one bulletall around him, the white flags flysurrenderers surrender to the surrendererscapitulate to the futility of war"something's wrong with Earth,"…
The Grand Scheme
A poem about mental health set to music.
Johanna
why does it seem like yesterday?the world has been turning for years nowevery morning i wake upand you’re gone as gone can besuch is the story of a drifteronce stopped…
Post Mortum
I have reached the end of my rope. Snap! I’m fortunate given two lives to live.In the first one, I had a childhood, traumatizing as it was.Verbal, physical, psychological, and…
Love thy Neighbor
not such a far-fetched conceptwhen you stop and think of the practical applicationsnow, I’m no Bible-toting manbut some things just make sensei write my rhymes with carethen in forceful defianceof…
Learning Experiences
juggling teacups —cracks in the rakugetting wider Memory of my moments between 1st and 6th grade is a mare’s nest. Two schools in Wisconsin, one in Maine, and two in…