The Mirror Path
Some of my poems are more or less self-portraits. Wondering who I am, why my brain works the way it works, what kind of man and friend and person I am turning out to be. These are those.
If you have ever caught your own reflection somewhere unexpected and not entirely recognized the person looking back, these poems will probably feel familiar.
- a man is lost
- all human
- carry the one
- choosing sides
- the cowboy and the princess
- crazytown
- exceptionally american
- Final Friday VI
- frack me
- on having a brain that works wrong
- Holy Trilogy
- how to order coffee in italy
- i am a good man
- i do not trust them
- i thought the moon was my friend
- how i do plead
- the last outrage
- heroic arsenal
- lost world
- mad men, really?
- manhood
- misplaced
- most men
- My Tender Brilliant Holiday Poem
- the mysterious stranger
- not complaining
- the perfect morning
- what dreams came
- the power of rewind
- quarry
- reboot
- self absorbed crap, part two
- the third friday in december
- three chords
- thursday's poem
- tired
- unmarked
- where are they now?
- a wish about seeing
- writing like a human
- what would jesus do at jack in the box
- you remember me