A late night writing dump of Poetry. Still prepping for the rapidly approaching reading, and working on various projects. Life is taller than the Berlin wall, and twice as thick. I need a pick-ax that prevents sleep. 6/10/2012


This Website has now been armed. 5/15/2012



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This section is a depository for my poetry. I do not call myself a poet. I write these pieces mainly as quick exercises, and exorcisms for the haunting women and bleak moments I encounter.


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