The Wages of Cynical

The diatribes vicious he frequently writes Have not earned him a dime: But if he could auction abandoned beliefs He’d be rich in no time


angry at the wrong people ...


Limits break Anger bubbles up She’s human

The Broken Chair

Years ago a troubled boy Sat upon this chair At the time, he didn’t know Just why he was there And the very walls, it seemed Made a kind of jail Sent to this imposing place Seemingly, to fail It intimidates no more In this later year Broken now the old chair sits Bent by … Continue reading "The Broken Chair"


A bright, pink headband, at that.