After those moments when throwing caution to the wind turns out to be a bad idea (a poem)

Monday-morning quarterbacking is sometimes necessary… When I say ‘fuck it’ and give in it inevitably has consequences appetite indulgence memory grown fuzzy around the edges a feeling that repetition and routine are sure paths to complacency and regret There has to be a way to toggle the switch to the other side where changes take [...]

Something to consider before applying for my poet license (a poem)

I managed to get this one out during the last few hours of a migraine… I wish honesty could flow from my pen as easily as it flows from my thoughts There’s something about confronting myself that sets me on edge Skirting the edges is a full-time job (22 January 2016—posted January 23rd)