Mitch Brown Hr 3   Why is it I write? Clearing my head Why is it I write? Cleansing my spirit Why is it I write Opening my soul It is because I write That I am

Your arms enveloped me And your hands covered my head When I was little. Your words comforted me And a held hand protected me When I was little. You taught me to love You taught me to grow When I was little. I used my…

Perhaps Another Reader Accuses Death Of X-ing   Walkways After Initially Taking Sabbaticals   For Other Reasons   You Obviously Underappreciate  

Ruminating Cogitating Thinking of betrayal. Agitating Analysing Whys, wherefores and whats. Picking at it Worrying it Wondering how if You could only just forget, The stings The pain The rainy past And then Reinvent a brand new Story Germinate And feed it good You’d extract…

He found a gun and shot her. He found a gun and shot her. He found a gun and shot her. He found his mother’s gun with his tiny four year old little boy hands and shot her in her 20 month old pink little…

An oasis in the desert of city life

Shell pen ink needs replacing free flow writing with faint ink is hard. I am a pen in need of a refill. My ideas are burned out of my cortex in the wake of me next work day. I am a pen in need of…

Many things Many things Many things aren’t what they seem Many things Many things Many things aren’t worth seeing either Many things Many things Many things speak of many means Many things Many things Many things lack their meaning still Many things Many things Many…

Life is so fragile Often unfair and volatile The color of our skin The different shades of melanin Offensive to our next of kin. Created by a God of love and mercy Have we lost the sense That we are all worthy Worthy of our…

I write a story, My mind coming up with thoughts, Stitching them all together, Putting together the individual sheets. I write the story, Finally giving a home, To all the orphaned objects in my mind, Binding the papers into signatures. I write the story, My…