the road

{The road is difficult. I believe it is designed that way. These poems briefly pull back the shades offering a glimpse into the landscape of my journey.} [the boy knows rejection] born then marred by disdain one strong hand changing channels the other pushing me away i run for cover making my bed on a … More the road

the warden disturbed

the desolate halls long with slick linoleum feet rapping on stained porcelain guards  orderlies   wardens barking out philosophies spewing doctrines the cheerless air rank with poison just outside the window a rose bud bloomed a witness to the resurrection sprinting from the tomb running faster then words hurling color through gloom like the kiss of … More the warden disturbed