The Live Poets Society

For Tony Russell For those who stop themselves I am afraid to share my voice but you love to sing. From now, when I am beside you, may yo...

Four AM, and after a few hours sleep, I’m awake—and resenting it, I’ll admit— restless in body and spirit. Every few minutes I flip over th...

To Tony Russell Making my own hell, awaking in the daylight from an eerie echo of night, stirring nightmarish worries into a healthy p...

  Zoom Zoom Zoom… running on the technology highway   Email and text may soon be outdated  To computers and iPhones we are now mated  Sna...

  In a place  From a far past  A backyard suspended In the air, from a hill In El Cajón, California A pool and tiles around All t...

the chisel gap wedged between my front teeth my left windshield wiper, my screen protector, my screen, the four tiles beneath my sink: heinr...

A lioness stretches out long, eyes closed, still  but for the in and out of breathing.  Four flawless cubs sprawl over her belly, press in...