2010 represents a lost year. Jobless, and in a time of great turmoil, my poetry explores growing older, fear of what the future may hold, and an overall sense of joyful despair.
There are no monkeys here. If you're looking for monkeys, go away. Well, actually there are monkeys, but they're of the hairless variety that writes poetry and such. If that's not what you're looking for move along.