WWJD?

I am a Christian, but not like those other ones I swear that I’m not scary or judgemental or insecure like the ones who make me wince at “What would Jesus do?” Sometimes I have to wonder if they’ve even read their Holy Book that…

2020 Marathon (Poem #1)

Oh how I love 2020 It’s a year of so much diversity A state of time Where there is no Lyme Oh why oh why It’s just about time We get to enjoy the Lyme A time of solitude A time of gratitude A time…

Time Slips Away – Hour 3, Prompt 3

I have so much I’m s’posed to do within a day, within an hour, within a week, a minute too. I just need to do so much each day, like get through work and clean things up a bit, as any adult does. Yet for…

Dear Society

I cannot be a voice for the voiceless, If everyone who wants to be heard wants to be louder than the next person, But no one wants to listen. We speak of doom but we are a society of sheep, Herded by our own demise….

Each Time You Spit

Such outward sorrow as clads your smile Betrays the secret you hold. Far too long from haunting it now acts with substance and you, racked with self-imposed stains have left it too late to lighten   And each time you spit, you will see it….

How to watch a horror movie

Ingredients: 1. Fear 2. Warm fuzzy blanket 3. Creepy music 4. Dark chocolate pretzels 5. Doorbell Directions: Select a horror movie that instills fear gives you goosebumps makes the hair on the back of your neck rise contains all you fear Curl up on a…

I am still here

I am still here Because you are here too as a map for a lost child searching for his mother on Earth’s mouth. Because I compose songs from things marked as food for fire, as elements too weak to survive the blacksmith’s furnace. Because we…

Hour 3: Rude People (A Bop)

Rude People (A Bop) There are people in this world that I don’t understand, They are rude and uncouth, it has gotten out of hand. They are louts and they’re bores, just not very pleasant I run into them often, they always seem present. I…

Hour 3 Prompt 3

I watch them shuffle through my bedroom window so comfortable in their spaces hand in hand, merry go round the mulberry bush smiles and laughter forgetting I scream inaudibly “Where is your mask, stay six feet apart” More arrive to the tune of summer festivities…

Cocktail

A heady concoction of desire, love unrequited and ambition unachieved; A maudlin medley of the mournful and merry, a life less lived. This cornucopia of events. A recipe.