Oh, Poetry

A poem I wrote late the other night in the wake of insomnia, as a plea for the process of writing to put me to sleep.

On the Noose or the Podium

A poem I wrote today about how I am at the point in my life where all of my thoughts are of death but all of my desires are to be more successful than ever, and about how many of my friendships are very one-sided and therefore I question their care for my existence at all as to whether I should die or thrive.