I Remember

It was hard, damn hard, being from Texas where someone, not even a Texan, had killed JFK. He was my hero, my reason for joining the military. Now here I stood, at rigid attention, in the crisp cold air, tears on my cheeks. When they…

Inside Out

It’s dark in here. Turn on the light. I can’t see. It’s wet and warm I touch slime, Viscous rubber, Throbbing hum. My eyes closed, No they’re open What’s wrong? Am I blind? Muted pours, Flowing chutes Chug like clocks, Syncing me. I’m floating, Still,…

The Hippie

Beads, long hair, bell bottoms so colorful I glowed in the dark. Rebellion at every turn, searching for I knew not what. All I knew was that I was not my father, nor older brother. I loved them for sure, I was cut from a…

Me

Looked in the mirror this morning, studying the face who starred back. Old, wrinkled, and a smile – no, More a smirk, Wondering what I was doing. Then I looked directly into the eyes, Falling, falling, deeper, Until I began to see ALL the things…

Newcomer to the poetry marathon

Although I have earned a living through writing for more than 20 years, this is the first time I have participated in a group writing venture like this one. The prospect excites me! Most of my written work has been for newspapers, magazines and curriculum;…

A Friend In Need

Like rain drops falling from the sky, they appear at my house. I’ve looked at my door, To see if there is some special mark, Like the hobos of old made For friendly stops Of course, I find none, knew I wouldn’t, they know just…

Natural Season Of Time

Earth moves as wind blows Starts a fire time for the water to overflow Nature’s calling The Earth wakes up Constant movement produces combustion through the wind A heavy a flow of water puts out the fire The cycle continues day to day Earth, Wind,…

HUMBLE CAMP

They are so new, and they all look alike. This is mine, mmm, yes, one, two, three, four! Fourth house from the end, across the street From the big drainage ditch – my new playground. I can smell the woods beyond with places to run…

Prison Life

Every morning – CLACK! – CLACK! – CLACK! The sound of cell doors being unlocked. Quick! Get up! Hurry to the microwave, heat water for coffee, my morning elixir. Careful, do not spill it on me. Ah! I’m first to the activity room. I get…

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