A Good Little Girl in a Big Bad World
Poem Like the echoes of a crumpled sketch I threw into a tin waste basket the beats of my heart continue. It is empty except for the ripped, wrinkled, discarded outlines of the...
Poem Like the echoes of a crumpled sketch I threw into a tin waste basket the beats of my heart continue. It is empty except for the ripped, wrinkled, discarded outlines of the...
Women want to be kissed. They want romance. At least they think they do until you give it to them and then they stop wanting it, wanting you. It’s about the hunt. Always has...
Poem He was the One, once, she said. Eleven years through good and bad. As a flower, blossoming and fading. Restless was his heart in the heavy day, The girl he died for...
Unrequited Love Poem “Never confess feelings for someone after a drunken night out with him. Those feelings will fade fast as you sober up.”—A Wise Friend But I missed you so Did you miss...