Patience & Fortitude

Under the Desk

Under the Desk

I don’t remember much about the time I spent living under my father’s desk. I have snatches of memory, here and there: crawling under it; getting out from under it to feed the dogs and myself; deciding that taking a pillow under there with me was allowed (giving...
Grieving Future’s Re-re-release

Grieving Future’s Re-re-release

Yes, really, it’s now 2022 and I’ve re-released this book again! Featuring corrections, improved cover, and better distribution. It’s hard to believe it’s been twelve years since I wrote it, and five years since I last updated this website....
Poetry for the Living, and the Dead

Poetry for the Living, and the Dead

I went to a poetry reading the other night, which is not something I do very often. Not for lack of interest, but, I suppose, lack of exposure. For instance, some people do not grow up around music. Their parent’s didn’t play instruments and did not own...
Homeless (where the heart is)

Homeless (where the heart is)

I had to call the landlord today about a possible water leak at the apartment. This simple act threw me into a long, dreary and painful panic attack. It is the absolute worst to be sitting on the bus, going to work, trying to count your breaths and not keel over like...