“I am an explorer of the human heart.
So, there is no need to travel.”
“I drink whiskey.”
“I am emotional.”
“I sing ‘Sweet Caroline’ as the fire gathers.”
Bomb blasts.
Penned down.
“I shot my friend.”
“Kicked out of the army.”
The dogs arrive.
All of these poems and more can be found HERE in the anthology “A Cartographer”.