December is a communal liminal space
Little victories
Cymbalta should be illegal
Things I'm thankful for, a list
Goodbye, Jade
A series of moments
Depression and racing
Goodbye, Mattie
A short rant
Meditations on the past and present
Holy days and self-reflection
Memory sense and the draw of nostalgia
Lullabies are for those on the fringes
Quiet scenes lifted from the decomposing stream of time
Slug Life
Be a poem
Thoughts unsaid, then forgotten
A Faraway Kind of Numb
Every Day I Feel Like Sisyphus
The Crap Gap
Like Clouds Changing Shape
That Collective Feeling of Hope Still Lingers
