Clouds Over Texas

~ a poem

A Wolf’s Gaze

Under the watchful gaze of a wolf,
What will I do?

~ a poem

~ a kind of poem

When you walk inside church, everything seems to change.

~ a poem

I can’t seem to crack it.

My own existence confounds me.

~ short essay on the film Dead Poets Society (1989) and its most imperative message.

To sleep: perchance to dream: Ay, there’s the rub;