We’re All Trying.

Maybe it's a long road that keeps going around in circles....

Where Do We Begin?

There is no right or wrong, here.

Tired of Falling Asleep.

Have I mentioned I'm tired?

To Let Go, Move On.

So many of us hold things back until it is too late.

What’s Chill?

Let yourself heal.

Desecrate.

I guess 'happy reading' is an odd thing to say about this poem.

Why Is It Complicated?

Here's to un-complicating things, I guess.

Sijo Saturday.

Bite-sized poetry.

Why Do We Cling To Familiarity?

Familiarity comes in many faces.

No Balance.

Writing it all down in a poem is the closest I can get to coping with it.

Did Wordsworth Know?

I promise I have a point.

Most Days.

Art was always supposed to be something to cherish.

The Many Voices of Body Dysmorphia.

The thing about body dysmorphia is that it begins at home.

The Poets.

I am beginning to understand what this is all about.

Sijo Saturday!

This is something self-indulgent, more than anything.

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