Poem – Whistle

Hi all, I’ve been experimenting with some new styles of poetry, tech, presentation, themes. Below is a new piece titled, … More

A little spot in Venice Beach

How many lips, she wondered, had sipped from her coffee cup before her? How many eyes had looked for comfort … More

She wasn’t sure where to start: she wasn’t sure she’d ever finished. She met herself in the middle, turned herself … More

I referred to her as a friend of mine. I spoke of her often, telling anecdotes of our time together, … More