verse
-
That I spent a couple of years writing a chapbook that I am super proud of and which I have sold absolutely zero copies of. I think it’s 3 bucks and I can’t sell any. I don’t give any craps about they money. I’ll never sell enough to get a check for it. I just…
-
Come gather round, children. There’re stories to tell. My time here is finite. And yours a springwell. We shall talk Beowulf Grendel, his foe— We shall talk Shakespeare And Normans And Rome. And we shall talk England And harbors of tea. A great many things Have I to tell thee. So come gather round let…
-
A rainbow of emotions fills my soul I feel like I have lost what made me whole But every time I e’en extend a hand She does these things that I don’t understand I’d love to share with you what I have learned About life and love and whom you ought to spurn But every…
-
This pandemic’s got me going mad. It really feels like it will never end. I’ve tried to use the excess time I’ve had To be productive to productive ends. If you’re like me you’re losing half your mind Just trying to keep busy and keep safe. This isolation is a galling grind. And public recreation…
-
Speak to me in poetry Whisper what you’d say to me Cross your lips into my heart Beauty, you’re a work of art Ever-after’s just awhile So little time to see you smile But we work with the gifts we’re given As long as we are one, we’re livin’ As long as there are breaths…
-
Autumn—While We Have It
Longing now for Autumn—for a Season so serene. Leaves litter my lawn and not a Single space between. Autumn bringing temperatures So varied and extreme It seems reality is blurred And everything’s a dream. But if I’m really dreaming When I wake what will I find? A hotbed here of Hell or just a World…
Musings of the Mad 