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Exiling Tribesmen Who Possess No Moral Compass
The important item is to understand where exactly you stand on issues and circle yourself with those individuals who will help promote your mental and spiritual well being, not try to damage it. . . Continue reading
My Hurricane Malady (or “What I’ve Learned About Myself When Silence and Darkness Overwhelm”)
In the midst of the darkness, Loneliness came knocking on my door, unexpectedly, taunting me like an 8th grade bully. The hurricane became my malady and I did not think I could find a cure after loneliness came. Continue reading
10 Lessons I’ve Learned During My 40 Years
Only invite an exclusive group into your home/life. Not everyone needs to know what you have. We work so hard that unless we built a substantial relationship years ago, it’s difficult to find friends of substance now. And that’s okay–It’s … Continue reading
Crumbled Up (poem and photography)
My sky crumbled up, taking the last breath from my parasitic twin. Silence twisted. Still I grieve you.
Crumbling Blue (poetry + photography)
I forgot how the day gives solace, but the moon vows to haul us to that unspoken place– You crumbled blue to the base where weeds grew.
Poem: I Saw Fire and Ice
My black-outs blinked bats / behind unmedicated styes. . . Continue reading
Analyzing Becky With the Good Hair
“Oh, my, God. Becky, look at her butt. It is so big. She looks like one of those rap guys’ girlfriends. But, you know, who understands those rap guys? They only talk to her, because, she looks like a total … Continue reading
A Reflection: Manufacturing Poetry
I knew I couldn’t do it. But I tried. I tried my damnedest too. April was considered to be National Poetry Writing Month with the goal of writing one poem per day. I couldn’t do this. During this past month … Continue reading
Poetry and That Dark Place
My old license plate read: POET. Driving around was always a pleasure–everyone would speak with me at traffic lights and say they were supposedly a poet, too; or, could I recite a poem to them (as if I always had … Continue reading
Mein Kampf (6 of 30)
Separate substance with razor blades, and let the regime fall in line, then snort– White goons with right hands at 45-degree angles face the orange dipstick covered in oil and a smoke-yellow toupee, exuding power and certainty and judgment upon those once weak, and … Continue reading
