Nice to see you.

I grew up rural working class. Much of my work is raw and from experience.
Many stories and poems published worldwide.

2014 Pushcart Prize nominee. (more)

''They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes,
Within a dream.''


I fell for her - Hard

Belief is drought

I fell in affection
For her face
And her confidence
And her body
Without really knowing
Who she was.
Common amongst the young
But I thought
I knew better.

I guess I was hoping for something different
This time around
Though experience had taught me otherwise
It’s nice to pretend
As we like to believe
In a prime-time outcome
A core that believes
In sunsets
And soothing credit rolls
And breakfast croissants on fluffy pillows.

Yet she was an asshole
Who would fuck her benefactor over
If it meant a tiny step up
Closer to the silver grinning tinsel.

Belief is a long dry creek bed.


  1. A big change of tone at the end. Had me laughing, from surprise, when perhaps I should have been sad for the narrator's anger and disappointment.

  2. Unfortunately, this happens on a regular basis.
    The poem is really good and the photo with the girl crossing her fingers behind her back is perfect.


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