Her mind drifter, hypnotized,
her eyes scattered and a blur...

She was beautiful, and seductive.
Her hair straight and chocolate brown, eyes that...

The first star I see at night
reminds me of the twinkle...

a poem began with a thought to a dream
where the paper met the pen...

I'm going to tell you a story
of a women that wore only gray...

The Visitors
The clock turned 12...

Advanced Poetry Is For Pleasure
Poetry Is Creative Writing...

A newly married couple, lets
call them Bobby and Kate; had...

A virgin slips
In the gown; white...

What is time but a clock
you buy at the department store...

Anxiety cripples me, primary insomnia,
Guilt built up for years inside my body...

Everyone has a story,
Like a perfect murder...