I am a father…

Chuck Palahniuk says that “The writer isn’t afraid to tell an awful truth. The writer might not be smarter than us but the writer is braver and more honest.” My truth, my awful truth, and nothing but the awful truth is that I have a propensity, or, perhaps, a proclivity …

Poetry saved my life…

Recently, the awesome folks over at the Tattooed Buddha offered me an opportunity to review a book called The Dharma of Poetry by John Brehm. The subject matter of this book is something very personal for me and so I leapt at the chance to write a review. This certainly isn’t the first time I’ve written for the …

I was born running…

A couple weeks ago I posted an audio version of poem I wrote called “Abide”. Someone of you seemed to like it. I really enjoy spoken word poetry and listening to poetry readings, so I thought I’d try another. Hope you like it! I dig my heels deep and hard …

A crooked hopefulness…

I can be a lot. Perhaps, I crave a kind of simple living because I’ve subconsciously convinced myself that if I can just minimize the things I possess then maybe I can minimize the things that possess me. Yet, I’ve found that no matter how bare my cupboard is made …

A poem about waiting…

AbideAbide in the dark my darling, abide.For just a while longer now, abide.Though it is bleakI beg of you, peace, be still, abideThere is a beauty that will beckon you to reach,But for now you must abide.Soon you will breach the blackness and you will begin to blossom,But only if …

Back to Top