Tyrannical Overdrive is a poem about escaping from that which overpowers.
A Grievance is a poem about having a negative association with something in your life.
Around the Bend is an uplifting poem meant to inspire action.
Frame of Reference is a poem about having a starting point to fall back on in times of trouble.
Much Better Together is a poem about appreciating what you have.
Room to Move is a poem about being in an uncomfortable position and not knowing which move to make.
Curfew is a poem about the time of night when you realize you have been awake too long.
Persimmon left a tale derived from an epiphany; In spite of certain whelps to make a litany. Atop an airbrushed cascade of green and blue, Trounced by crushing canopies arranged by you. [...]
A Twelve Mile Fish is a poem about a fisherman who catches the biggest fish he has ever seen.
Lemon Zest is a poem about the refreshingly tart taste of citrus fruit.
Speakeasy is a poem about the great days of the 1920's in America.
Amidst the shavings, pardon the smell; A tiny mouse that can ne'er do well. A wheel that broke, he spun too much; You can look, but please don't touch. A giant step [...]
Everyone knows cows and cats don't fiddle; But it sounds great when they whittle diddle. Woodworkers carve what they split all day, Counting corn fixes flappers, the end of May. If you [...]
Corrugated Fibers is a poem about boxes made from undulated fibers connected together.
Trending Toward Indifference is a poem about something that was once very important, but is starting to become irrelevant.
The day began with glue upon my face; Mushy toast and runny eggs, a disgrace. A portentous pancake lay there on a plate. Less inviting than a dog without a crate. Cold raisins soaked with [...]
I am in Control is a poem about those times in life when we feel on top of the world after being beaten down.
Woeful with a Head Full describes just how miserable it can be to feel stuffed up.
Pricked by a Thistle is a poem about multi-dimensions. What seems at first to be obvious never turns out that way.
Furious with rage, yet stauch to a cause; It's not who wins, but who first draws. A pistol with no purpose but to play, Making transformations along the way. In final form, [...]