Published in the 2014 issue of the Eclectic literary magazine. I’m naked to the waist. God is the just the harlot that I left behind in room 166. This morning she offered breakfast; I wanted no part of it. Last time her grainy grits tasted like anxiety. I left my faith along with yesterday’s clothing… Continue reading deserted.
“The man who knows something knows that he knows nothing at all.” Everyone is “woke” these days. I can admit that there have been times in my life in which I fit the mold of the stereotypical poet refashioning and regurgitating empty words of wisdom. Even as I draft this post, I find myself holding… Continue reading I Don’t Have All Of The Answers & That’s Okay