Last year around this time I was cranking out some serious poetry. This year it seems I just stare at the screen. That can be quite frustrating. So forgive me if today’s post seems labored, because it somewhat was. However, as is usual, once I get started it seems some goodness always comes from it….


Significant It’s quiet here But life is noisy The real world is full of noise and chaos So why do I like the silence so much? What is it here that makes me feel alive? Out there in the bustle I am a loner, a misfit The flashing screens make my brain repulse The noise,…