Note: So there was this really creepy tree.. The Watcher Bitter tree limbs grow out of the dry, cracked Earth, barren from the summer heat. Fingers wickedly point, scolding the lost generation. Standing in judgement, looking down on us as if it were our fault that it stands isolated and alone....

Note: I think this was written while I was working part-time at a supermarket. No one knows angst until they deal with the general public on a daily basis. Strife Driving to work each day, I watch the dead flying ant decompose on my dashboard… contentment breeds boredom....

Note: This is an older poem. Probably written mid 90's when I was very angsty. A Much Needed Rest This page is my escape route. But, reality is not an ink refill. It is but the pen that has just run out; you can barely see it, but the imprint is...

Note: This was one of the first good poems I ever wrote. It was probably written in the early 90's. I have some really bad ones that came before this. I may have to post them just for shits and giggles. Re-reading this one, a...

Note: A few friends were surprised by the happy short story Vanilla Malted. They couldn't believe that I would write something so upbeat. Like I noted, that was written before I realized the extent of my misanthropy. This poem, which has always been one of...