Inspiration and motivation have abandoned me Why I write has become an unsolvable mystery In fits and starts - I wake and stare at the ceiling Waiting in the dark for the Universe to speak up Waiting at my desk for words to type themselves Waiting with my green and gold Faber Castell 2H Ready... Continue Reading →
People want to know, "Why!?" A seemingly simple inquiry Expecting satisfactory explanations To make sense of the nonsensical Those incomprehensible acts From the dark side of human nature Where the moral compass is missing or askew Where any answer given will never be good enough Some do because they can. Because they want to Also,... Continue Reading →
in full media glory a chance to tell one side of the story know your audience be careful not to offend coworkers and others are depending on you lean a bit or a bit more completely perhaps to the left to the right depending on the situation fence-sitting neutrality sure is alright an interview you... Continue Reading →
The wind is howling Beckoning me Outside is where you need to be I would love to love you Unconditionally But I’ve tried that already Your constant roving Kept me wanting more The Stillness roars When you’re away The Trees don’t say “Good day!” with a sway And when you happen to return For a... Continue Reading →
Naked trees Missing Their autumn leaves Chimney stacks Fuming A protest to - cold, dreary days - grey, lifeless skies - duty ... keeping noxious gases at bay - feeling stuck We too Wish to Jump into piles of leaves Play catch with the breeze Make mud pies and acorn owls Instead ... We watch... Continue Reading →
In God we trust The Birth of a Nation Built on Slavery Subjuctation and Forced Sterilization Brave In full glory Home of the Free (well ... it's supposed to be) Freedom Buckling In this Perilous fight Under The proudly held Stars and stripes Flag As a call for Equal Rights Or the other To maintain... Continue Reading →
I found my armoured knight Sadly He is not shining I stayed Devoted Polishing the metal Carefully Monitoring my movements Waiting for him to ... open up Still He continued to rust Becoming more rigid Leading to A corrosive death Slowly Eating away At Both of us
Once upon a time, I knew a roach A travelling salesman, he'd always fly coach One day a crew member called him unclean That roach! He created a scene Now no one thinks he's yucky And with the lawsuit money he started a brooch business out in Fayette, Kentucky This was supposed to be my... Continue Reading →
Hanging on a wall in the backyard shed words rusting like tools no one will use Discarded like plastic-wrapped fruits fifty percent off produce still, contamination spreads as does ... mould on bread are some things really better left unsaid Listening to Hall while sowing Oates encouraged to speak but I remain mute story of... Continue Reading →
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