Before going on stage

Okay, Papers shuffle then shake Arms go to liquid Lip is gnawed Okay, A thousand eyes hidden behind red curtains Eyes watching, waiting, Judging Okay, Deep breathe Stand straight Chin up Shuffle Papers and remember one thing, Don’t fuck this up.

Falling

A sudden rush hits. Perhaps I’ve already reached the ground. But wind is cutting me with its knife edges, I’m still falling down.   The clouds look blinding in the sky. Is this heaven that I see? If it is, is God doing this out of spite, When he knows Hell’s gates await for me? … Continue reading Falling

The Beautiful Poetry of Donald Trump by Rob Sears: Review

Synopsis: What if there's another side to Donald Trump? A sensitive, poetic side? Driven by this question, Rob Sears began combing The Donald's words for signs of poetry. What he found was a revelation. By simply taking the President Elect's tweets and transcripts, cutting them up and reordering them, he unearthed a trove of beautiful … Continue reading The Beautiful Poetry of Donald Trump by Rob Sears: Review