If you're a writer, you've been there before. Getting your hair cut, nails done, or checking out in the grocery lane and you're asked, "So, what do you do for a living? Just get off work?" "Yeah, I'm a writer," I say and smile back at them after they respond usually with one of these ten… Continue reading Ten Things Not To Say To A Writer
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Good morning, everyone! Normally, after I've finished creating a piece of poetry, I'll post it up here for you to read without anything said beforehand. Not so much today. I wanted to throw you guys out some warnings. This particular post is in response to the #DearDepression tag that was written to encourage awareness for… Continue reading The Graveyard
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“Across The Tracks”
Curled up in the dead of night,
The sense of sight is stripped away,
The distant train warns to make way.
Shaking the ground, invoking fright.
Under the bridge, they sleep tight.
Garden of hunger, the bodies unfold.
In vain they struggle to ward off the cold.
How I pray, hoping they will be all right.
In the gallows of volition the cages sing,
“Where will my next meal come from?”
Their home where the shadows skulk;
Gathering blankets and all I can bring,
Across the tracks to the slum –
A failed economy, presented in…
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