A poem from my wayward youth, when I used to ponder my existence.
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Reminder: You should give me your money
Once again, your favorite poet is begging for money.
Saxophone Ringing In My Ear
A poem, but not about tinnitus.
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Announcement: Blog Rebranding
I am happy to announce I will be moving all my prose to my newly rebranded patreon blog, The Weekly Protest. This webpage will be 100% for poetry henceforth. The funds from the patreon will help me to keep most of my poetry publishable for free. Poetry is for the people! Patreon also makes itContinue reading “Announcement: Blog Rebranding”
Statements of the Obvious
A poem for 2020.
Invisible Pain
A poem about invisible disability.
To Be Called a Red
To transcend labels, this was my original life’s goal. To walk the path of life thinking about nothin but the soul. ____ But obsession with the soul, with meaning and existence, is a waste of breath and privilege, and all of it a heart blockage to resistance. ______ Then one day after much trial andContinue reading “To Be Called a Red”
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Why Tom Waits Is So Damn Good
Because Tom Waits brings representation to a side of America that both liberals and conservatives try to ignore!
The Soul of the Nation Doesn’t Pay My Bills
President-Elect Biden, platitudes will not heal our pain!
I’m a Poet not a Pundit
Recently, I finished my term as the co-chair of my chapter of the Democratic Socialists of America. Until now I had been in a leadership position at some capacity for the last 3 years. Now I have the time to return to my creative work. While I loved my time in leadership, I am exhausted.Continue reading “I’m a Poet not a Pundit”
Debt and Rent
Mudlung hacking on the street corner, chugging 40 ounces, half past curfew, He couldn’t pay the rent, He couldn’t pay his debt, Now the city bridge is the roof of his tent. Now the city bridge is the roof of his tent. __ Onlyfans allowed in the room, 50 cents extra for a peak. SheContinue reading “Debt and Rent”
