NO MUSE TONIGHT

I walk uninspired, Getting so tired, Of being mute. Why can't like Hughes, Could I produce, Some poetry. It would be grand, To see it unveil, In my thoughts. But it's better the pen, Suffer this concern, For it does not mind.

THE TALE OF MR. MILLER BEGINS

Tommy is limping around his dirty apartment like an injured antelope running away from its predator. Ever since last week, when the old man “fell and couldn’t get up” out of his tiny shower stall, he has been subjected to the grueling task of using crutches for support. He promised the doctors that his beer…

“TOO MANY MILES APART” IN RETROSPECT

Once upon a time, about two and a half years ago, I stumbled upon a bold publication with a name as powerful as its content. The Vindicator, a student run magazine at Cleveland State University, intertwines multiculturalism and social justice. It ultimately provides a safe zone for the expression of all voices, especially those that…

SHIT TALKS

Sometimes when I take a shit, I ponder how to make it quick, Because I can't stop, I admit, Thinking about this stupid brick, It lies here within my chest, Controlling now my thoughts, Contaminating this toilet time for rest, As this happens kinda lots, I just may have to quit, Because of how much…

PRICE

My brain is shot, All those words for naught, Who were you to judge? Haunted by a grudge.   Resent my composure, You'll never have closure, Even if I have to pay.   How could you betray, The one that you lay? How could you deny, Say my love is a lie?   You know…