I want to swim through a river of corporate blood on the streets of Philadelphia. Too long we’ve waited; too long we’ve been nice; too long we’ve been sad little …
Phantoms of Existence
Those brief moments when the weight of reality is crushing. Lasting only fractions of seconds, we get unfettered views of the real. Quickly dissipating, we resume what we were doing. …
Ocean (Poem)
When I close my eyes I still see the ocean. In vivid detail I see the waves’ crests, the surfers lining up, and the birds flying. I observe the webs …
Haiku written 23 May 2014
Running by, a child chasing after mom and dad; she will pass them soon.