This is the first poem in the newest collection I'm putting together. I've made this available only to the people on my mailing list as a preview of some of my more recent work. Keep in mind this is a work in progress, but please feel free to send me any questions of thoughts you might have, I'd love to hear from you. Laying on my bed alone at the end of freedom Phone clutched deftly in my hand Lifeline and Garrott. It pings me, telling me I have friends and I matter Colorful