I’m tired and by far completely Drained of all the things that make me But my pen Bleeds and Bleeds and Bleeds Until I can feel Alive again Lub Dub Lub Dub Lub Dub Taking on the characteristics of a Heart Pounding life Supplying the…

Hour 22 – 3:00 AM    Who’s mine am I in? Or, Who’s mind am I in? These words look like coal. Pressurized diamonds create images of old. Jewels upon jewels, I’m scolded for all the gold. Any two day pass created a new arrival….

I closed my eyes four hours ago. My words withered into hardened berries clinging to a November vine. My body ached like the leafless lone oak standing in a harvested Wisconsin field. My muse was mute. But the hum of my heart promised deep sleep…

On that hot, humid night, He walked slowly to the inn. Halfway across the street, He paused.   The faintest nauseating whiff Of week-old cloying sweat, Tinged with palpable fear. He smiled.   And then, the slightest whisper, Of steel being drawn By a trembling,…

Hungry stomachs churn with food anticipation, then turkey is served.

Made it to hour 21 3 more to go I’ve got this now slept about three hours in bits and pieces thru the night My brain is misfiring coherent thoughts not forming The sun is rising my family still in bed two and a half…

Squirming against the current Jaded in my soul I cower in a corner Afraid of what I know   Grief, apathy, and anger Has split my soul apart Broken pieces, small crumbles Dangerous pointed shards   Get up you lazy coward Pick those pieces off the…

A poor and loathesome begger Through devious channels Put his filthy long-fingers Onto the head Of a young girls golden curls “You are my child,” he muttered Blindly, his rheumy eyes cauled over “You were birthed in the ancient Fires.” She didn’t cry Even when…

Five years old, “Who do you want to be?” A pilot and a diver and a sailor on the sea. Ten years old, “Who do you want to be?” A teacher and an artist and a kind mother to three. Fifteen years old, “Who do you want to…

Pretty as can be, I feel sorry for her. While the physical seems in tact, her emotional state is out of whack. With each man, she bids farewell to another piece of herself. Never really touching life, just watching from a dusty shelf. Fed up…