It has been a crazy few months. I’ve been busy putting together the manuscript for my first book of poetry, Angst: A Poetry Collection, and it has consumed my time. (And by consumed my time I mean binging on Netflix/Amazon/Hulu shows because formatting a book for Createspace is stressful and I needed to take 13 …
I think it’s time I get back to this blog on a regular basis. There are several reasons why I’ve been away for months but I won’t bore you with all of them. The most important reason is that I have been writing on a regular, kinda daily basis. I have also been working on …
Note: This poem was one of the few that was published. This was accepted to The Iconoclast, issue 67. Jealousy Jealousy, grown up, still acts like a child when he doesn’t get his way. Left unattended, kicking and screaming, his feelings spread like cancerous cells until he cries himself to sleep.
