The Dogs of War

The dogs of war are coming They roam the streets at night Marking out their territory Before the coming light Their teeth are made of daggers Their claws are made of steel They roam around the neighborhood Looking for a meal ------------------------------------------------ This poem was inspired by a pack of dogs roaming my neighborhood in … Continue reading The Dogs of War


Nick is the shadow behind the fear. He opens doors for me before I even knew I needed them opened, but where would he be when it's time to shut those doors? The endless stream of liquor and cigarettes came through anonymous packages that held Nick's scent. My clients whispered his name as they flowed … Continue reading Nick