Some Quick Poems About Love and Drinking
The two are increasing growing linked.
Writing poetry is hard. That is, until you find something you love to write about.
I miss my pants
Not so much a poem, as it is a terrifying look in to my day-to-day life.
Why do Friday afternoons feel like the holes they are? Maybe we all work too hard.
Stories from the city
Tired of the daily grind?