Tumultuous misadventures through the mind of one struggling with the mundane, while grieving the air of daily affairs.


  • The Chain

    I could take It all away With a chain Whisk of a Stomp For closure. The big bad Scary thing Came up again,I acted fairly. What else to doBut leanOn others For support.

  • Journal Entry: Little Leo Lion Girl

    My growth as a writer matters to me, yet I still feel inferior when someone asks what books I’ve written immediately assuming that I couldn’t be online or a poet or that there’s many different writers that go within and outside the boundaries of formats. I’ve tinkered with a few, but I think I used…

  • New Old Favorite Person

    I wish we couldBe free, once more. Out riding late A night full of drink and smokeTunes out of another dimension. We could relate it all. It’s been years now and I Look back fondly Like a rear-view mirror Into my past. I used to hold it like weight Now it feels more like Blessed…

  • 6am

    This lovely genuine Shadow of doubt I could sit here All day longIn the darkness of Early morn, Mourning what has Come to pass. My life has changed now.

  • Coast to Coast

    Country songsSung from a Bar room I’ve never been to Remind me of my Early childhood When the world seemed So small and only a Desert to cross Traded for Spanish moss and Dogwood trees. I like it here.

  • Eldest Asian Daughter

    The scent of thisVodka lemonade With a special ingredient Enters my system and I am no longer humanBut a void-less tipsy drunkThat moved on from Ancestral alcoholic nature To smoke-ingested stoner leftist. I may have let a lot downBut I never forget about Family.

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