Things don't work out as planned.

Sympathy for Tom Waits.

the strange lovers that come to us in our dreams

Plans look so simple at the outset.

Things are strange at night.

The bittersweet of children.

Reflections on the morning light.

All poetry is political. I'm not sure if this is a Bernie Sanders poem or a Donald Trump poem. But it is concerned with the plight of laborers whom no one seems to think much of.

A poem about internet fraud.

An encounter with the Ancient Greek gods in my subdivision.