So many seek it here in America… in these separate states with their separate confusion. That’s a good thing. Privileged? No. Not at all. What is the privilege of simply being? Of simply living as humans? Simply not a dream. Pity the bored leadership whose…

Jesus Christ! He wore a whole crown of them in honor of the one you stuck in your side. You did it to yourself, and now it pains you to know you did it to yourself! I am sad for the pain… the pain you…

Goodness gracious! It’s a crime… isn’t it? Last time I checked, yes… Let me look again. Hold on… Ah, yes… ACLU, except they’re left-wing liberal extremists. Sigh… hold on, let me look again… Of course! First Amendment! Except that’s a right-wing extremist talking point –…

Can this become a poem? This… touchy… subject… Perhaps a work in progress as we all are, after all. I learned today to never say “You make me feel…” to a narcissist. Except, I like that song. True… it does give away power. So does…

Thank God for the freedom of religion and politics! Someone a long time ago had the right idea about it. Someone… so few remember. Then again, maybe most just didn’t listen. Yes, you do have the right to TRY to tell me all about your…

There are just a handful – very few – people to whom I refuse to speak. Sometimes it’s because their behavior has been criminal. No point in mincing words, but I prefer not to speak to criminals. They all get cut off at some point…

Yes, you… New England boy with the pleasant voice and brilliant mind. Well, maybe not you, per se, intentionally, but your boss(es). You’re a nice man. I enjoyed our conversations. I suspected you a few years ago, prior to Facebook hacking my account for who…

I just realized tonight that some folks reading my poetry might take it seriously. A poet’s job is an interesting one – especially to me as an actor. I observe my own thoughts, having learned to do so as a character development method. So… what…

I could probably wrap this simplicity into a multitude of texts, but as for me… I might be vexed with a sharp tongue; yet sweet lips await the smile of true love. True love… What is true love, but a seed buried just deep enough…

Every year I allow myself one poem in which I can use just haiku To capture the light and life Of a prompt I don’t quite vibe with This year was tough but none were quite Worth just giving in Letting my unease win This…