The post came that morning;
my mom sat at the kitchen table...

No amount of sweat, tears or blood
can ease the blues of this poet...

One piece of advice
I'd say to them: gentlemen...

Flight attendant wife
never knows he thanks all gods...

The journey we take
rounds us back to the journey...

It is easy for one to be jaded
to let the cynicism take over...

Agnostic: person
who does not believe in god...

A ruined stick
a burnt match...

Old man still a child
rubs mist from a tram window...

No system can work;
each system is a coward's...

Laid up in bed on this sunny day
remembering the spirit of play...

The tears of the rich flow
because Much is never Enough...