Do you believe in the power of personal expression, in the life changing force of uncensored confession? Can one voice validate realities th...

The dawn is like a fading bruise, an omen that I’ll probably lose another round, despite a left I’m not afraid to use. Determined, I dismiss...

I’m one with the grit scraped off of the shoe that costs more than I make in a week, while swallowing shit as they trust I should do for the...

I pedal through a nascent patch where buds are new and chipmunks snatch what grub they can as I ride by immune to man they barely shy away f...

Inspired when the sisters sigh to sneakily implore us sometimes the proper word resides within a new thesaurus but estimates won’t satisfy a...

The annual date of my messy arrival a quaint commemoration of continued survival I wonder what dreams merit revival. Each revolution I turn ...

Half empty, half dead the bottle’s been bled relieved of it’s spirit like one who instead succumbs to the dread and lies without purpose alo...

A pause to reflect may cause a direct connection between what we blindly expect and the foolish mistakes we too often elect to make— but don...

Some food I couldn’t finish in a box inside the fridge (because I was considering a way to torch this bridge) has sat there much too long an...

It’s not about talent, commitment or guts it’s all about kissing appropriate butts. Aspiring artist? Best pucker those lips and anchor yours...

Inconsequential aspirations compromise integrity’s seal, uneducated justifications instigate rebellious zeal; infuriating vacillations rough...

They tread their path to glory on the hardened, dirty backs of those whose labored story is eclipsed by sullied stacks— just more filler for...

Republicans just love to launch their demagogic rants while Democrats, reserved or staunch can’t keep it in their pants; perhaps a group sho...

He was a regular (yeah, a regular pain in the butt) He was a musician (boy he played you like a fiddle) He was an orator (man does that guy ...

Why do those we worry for at times become an awful chore when love is all they have in store? So crippled by our own conceit enfeebled heart...