Late Night Poet

I claim to be a poet
Weaving words and
Forming tapestries

But when I speak
Aloud to my love
My words fall flat

A waterfall of rocks
Pour from my mouth
Scattering all around

You are the sun
My true center

And I’d go blind
Burning your image
Into my mind

(Source: Flickr / kjohansen)

Exciting news

I am starting a short story and will be getting it published!

It’s a collection of different writers and it includes a book signing event!

I’ll post a snippet of my story once I finish it. So be on the look out for it.


I got the clotting disorder.

Going to see a hemotologist in a week and a half.

Early morning
Phone rings
Cat’s dead

He was
The biggest
But he was
My asshole