An arrow shot across the sky. Observers watch with keen-eyed stare, Convinced the answer lay right there. Pointing to the truth afar. But eyes fixed on fleeting streak, Mistook the signal that it seeks. A moment's guide, a fleeting clue. Not the truth, but a nudge, Towards deeper
In early 2004, I returned to Oregon seeking a fresh start after two dark years shaped by hopelessness and bad choices. Alongside Ed, a sociopath to the core, I’d
I wrote this poem out of a sense of frustration with my current approach to a memoir I'm writing. I've come to realize that the story
It feels like we're moving at warp speed, the world spinning faster than we can keep pace. The future looms, a vast unknown, stirring our collective anxiety. It&
All our choices were made to reflect and confront us in the present, not to say, ‘Look what they did then’; rather, ‘what we do now,' Our film shows
There was a time when I viewed subversive entertainment—through its dark, witty humor and sharp social commentary—as a tool for change, challenging rigid societal norms, encouraging open-mindedness, and
I am conflicted about Mastodon (The Fediverse as a whole really but it's easier to understand in the context of Mastodon). On one hand, Mastodon, or a similar
I believe that in the future, gender will be viewed as just another aspect of expression, with the foundation for such a perspective already being laid. The digital age has
Past poetry, distant chore, Youth's eyes, nothing more. Now in bloom, pen in tow, Verses flow, blossom, and grow. Others' words, a silent sea, My own, a
Whispers willow's sway, Secrets close of day, Shadows silent play, Unspoken led away. Moonlit water's face, Mirrors silvered grace, Ripple story's trace, Unsaid time&
