A year apart.

    :: Poems ::   emotional flat line. pump my stomach for smiles that make sense the growth process seems past tense I’ve fallen off the fence to pandemonium again.   Written Sunday, August 25th, 2002 @ The Blue Star. ***   I feel like I’m working overtime and every minute depends on whether […]

Yesterday, today.

It’s come around again: the emptiness.  The vapid moments that sew the day(s) together when the haze moves in.  I’ve lost my footing on the slippery slope that’s been slanted by a lifetime of depression and disorderly moods.  In these times, I’m  swallowed by a lethargy that turns a mattress into a monster, a hungry […]