A piece on my return to society, the publishing of my book, and a new poem I wrote (while locked up).

4/10/2022. 9:14 pm. Stoughton, Ma. Five months have passed since I last saw you and these wounds are still so fresh. I’ve been writing nonstop. Sobbing nonstop. I’ve created palaces from paragraphs,…

2.4.2022. 8:03 pm. Brockton, Ma. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.. A life once filled with sex, kisses, and you can only imagine what other pleasure; now only a life of desperation….