The dream I had last night didn’t find its way into this poem the way I wanted it to (a poem)

I had this dream in mind from last night, but couldn’t find a place for it here… Get there before it’s too late the road is sludge, so it’s a hard, hard slog but each step follows the last step splashing mud everywhere Good thing clean clothes aren’t that important it’s the work, always the [...]

Have you suffered enough? (a poem)

Up early this morning, I was watching Sliders, of all things… 1 Love and art make demands sometimes even the strongest cannot bear Wreckage and debris litter the path what’s left but to navigate the hazards? You can’t calculate that sort of thing 2 Shelter and security exist only on the outside Inside, we’re at the [...]