voices spread through the room like butterflies or wildfires inspiring some to try a new way of thinking

i search each second find words under rocks and rugs looking for poems

when his jam comes on one second in an electric burst hits his gut he pulls his shoulders upright bites the left side of his bottom…

if you’ve show up to the poetry re… with no poems to read you better worry because you can’t go on stage with… so start looking for an exit

race against midnight an eleventh hour dash for the quick finish

i think of drinking with the moon but Li Po already did that hundreds of years ago among the petals of China i think of walking alone into a di…

everyone’s eyes are filled with what could have been some girls are alone others accompanied by lovers all waiting for their names to be…

now when I say “forever” I don’t mean too

as summer wanes a chill comes about the air darkness replaces sunlight and the leaf loses it’s grasp upon… it cannot be blamed for its fall

time is one my side but what time is it? is it Killing Time?

You have found me smothered in a shadow. You have stumbled up a child; one whom carries storm clouds arou…

submerged so deeply in abysmal woes of self he makes his last choice

Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley

i drag this carriage with a whip at my back slowly leading them to their destinations to their privileges

youth in his favor with young wome… a whole world ahead of him but the silly son of a bitch doesn… instead of seizing the day he spends his time obsessing over…