#poems

I walked on my lunch break to an authentic Mexican diner near work. My car was being a shit. Again. I walked along the sidewalk, my smart flats slapping the hot pavement and I saw a flower growing out of the crack in the sidewalk, right there in the center, 8 inches tall and proud…

“Every waking hour I’m choosing my confessions....” - R.E.M. All of my friends are finding religion. Scripture and church schedules. Youth groups. bible studies. Maybe that’s what you do when you’re pushing forty with a mortgage and some kids and some jobs and the weight of the world on your shou...

Bury me under forget-me-nots, or in your thoughts, or somewhere where these dreams might stop - and I can get away.