Breathe This too shall pass. Temporary, Flicker of a burning candle Melting wax Pooling under your warm embrace. Smile …
Mother nature my pain is gone
A deep emotion touched me when I realise I was breathing freedom and no more pain. My legs were touching …
Generalized Anxiety Disorder Series: The Shadow that Rests Inside my Skeleton
So, yeah I’ve got Generalized Anxiety Disorder. It is something that is an everyday battle between all possible anxiety one …
Inventing the Other
A walking question mark, eyes set on a dead Jerusalem, his right hand pumping some terrible piston, up the lane, …
A poem an hour
I whip out a poem every hour on the hour. I am the convenience store of hot poems, styrofoam words, …
Weekly Feature| The Gutting by Jeremy Proehl
My father hauled a dead sea turtle from a beach in the Florida Keys he coveted that shell, he’d seen …
Press Mute
Press mute And all your worries Shall go to hell And stay there For all I care. Close, I’m close …
The Ballad of Clay Huntley (Profiles of ego series)
*the following poem was written in 2019 (c) David L O’Nan published in Reflections and Fevers of the Mind Poetry …
The Grim Reaper
I have a tattoo of the grim reaper On my left arm Though I have not journeyed with him I …
