West End’s first publication comes from yours truly. The Free is an epic prose poem that follows the Liberating, yet reckless, path of several youth. Though questioning, rebellion, sex, drugs, self-loathing, and seemingly… Continue reading
Where are the marchers and where did the go? A song of silence for the strong of will. It is unfortunate how many pills The whole lot has been made to… Continue reading
On top of the roof Those things undiscovered Become tiny causes of light Not necessarily the stars, but each tiny thing in sight And when… Continue reading
Are you constantly asking the question: What should I write? Even the most gifted writers sometimes face writers block, but there is a point where writers block becomes… Continue reading
Between The Futile and Famished When the dawn comes slowly I may be sleeping in But much to my dismay the day it begins And the sun does beckon, arise But to… Continue reading
A sound, A warning or Regret I The click, click, click from a now nearby patron The storm in your brain lengthening the hour This clock facade, it has stopped to mock your… Continue reading
A little poem I dug out of an old notebook – weird how you forget about pieces you did years ago. This was 2011; I think? Never mind, here’s the poem: Today is… Continue reading
