Tag Archive: Poems


Captured: me lying on the deck. not smoking. not drunk. not even high. listening for a knock on the door by the ‘One’ -; the thumping of socked feet on carpeted stairs shake… Continue reading

“No more, Nothing, Nevermore”: Poetry Under Inebriation

As a souvenir of last night’s cast party, I have photos of three poems I wrote while drunk. They were all inspired by different household items in our host’s house. While they’re far… Continue reading