Being either too much or not enough Buried in the Noise i dream but nothing can be as i want it to be. Oh well? Not sure i am painting the truth or if i am, i don’t understand the sights and truly lost is where i can be found.
February 2018 Buried in the Noise was a chapbook I had intended to publish before my mind changed. I never found the fortitude to proceed with the project. Today, I look at my poetry website and cringe, growl, weep, and wish i could organize my thoughts. They are scattered seeds that occasionally sprout.
seasons: a poetic journey 