Note: I really have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this one, but it made perfect sense in my head at the time. Fame A poet smothering in the spotlight of fame. Having sex among the poems of hate and fear. Bitterness and loathing. It’s a lonely place But is it worth it?   Continue reading [Poem] Fame

Note: This is one of my personal favourites.  I love NYC’s Greenwich Village. If I ever win the lottery. I am buying a Brownstone right in the center of the Village. The Village Walking down 8th Street, past the funky shoe store and The Gap, A woman talking to herself stops in front of me. I think she’s asking me a question and I listen … Continue reading [Poem] The Village