Posted in Poetry, Prose


Walking around
an apparent corner
my right-angled perspective
seemed to fade
in less than my expectations
of meeting someone
to share my dreams with,
Not the right amount
not sine nor cosine,
the tangent escaped my calculations
and left me without
any viable degrees of finding her,
walking around an apparent corner
heading in my direction, north, south
but not east, nor west, determining,
calculating the possibility of us ever
finding the right way,
to each other,
incalculable odds, finding the right one
when all of the variables



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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