It’s the most wonderful time
Of the year.


Shining hot suns and Bare trees score a barren world. Loneliness is key.

I’m Comfortable Here

I feel comfortable here: This blanket, This screen, This mug I can curl myself around; I have found a home And you’ll have to burn it Before I think about leaving. These walls These rooms, These routines, You’ll have to close every door, And seal very window, Before I consider venturing Out further; Before I…


I have something to confess:   I don’t upload every poem I write.   It’s not that I don’t trust you, But… It’s just… Some things should never Make it out of my head; Some words don’t deserve The life I gave them; Some papers just need To be burned.   Some things I am…