Hero In

She wimpered– “We had no hope.” The knife blades Slicing skin, The sweat, Pooled on soiled mattress, That was bad enough But the thoughts of dread Opened the demon’s door And he motioned with Cooked finger And imploded their heads With thoughts of nothingness, Numbness is bliss. So screaming hurt subsides And urgent craving satisfiedContinue reading “Hero In”


Ever played football With emotions, thoughts, and past wives? I have, and am, and it’s got to end. His late wife was early love, First love, most loved, and lasting love, A truly giving woman. I peek into her welcoming smile And see a quiet strength Displayed in proud poise. He tells tales, and IContinue reading “Friends?”

Stolen Humanity?

Rising like a dough boy and noticing somewhere buried inside is a gumby joint that aches from traipsing through slightly crusted over snow drifts of my mind. The type of drift that kindly takes the full weight of me then collapses and sinks ice crystals into sloppy snow boots. All the while carrying a heavyContinue reading “Stolen Humanity?”


That I see the problem from several angles: the dryer vent is leaking gas into the premises, Asked two men in the town to fix it when I knew what the problem was One said he didn’t know anything about it and to call a professional. Another one who took advantage of me and purchasedContinue reading “Thankful”

Honorable Justice,

With such a prestigious name and position we humbly ask you to consider us.  We are the so-called down trodden, low lifers, imprisoned human beings.  We have spent a lifetime gaining the courage that you have, and learned from your very public display, how to speak for ourselves.  It’s with heartfelt thanks that we applaudContinue reading “Honorable Justice,”

My Perfect Morning

Waking up next to the warmth of him stretching and then holding and giving his arms a gentle squeeze. Self-love–stretching and pulling the mind. Then padding out to the kitchen and preparing a simple, yet classic meal of Bruschetta and grapes, laying it out on a charcuterie platter. Next, steeling into the bedroom to rouseContinue reading “My Perfect Morning”

See Saw Serenade

The angel child was given a cross with a mustard seed the father he loved her and not to displease, as she was deprived of the apple of his eye. The angel look did slowly recede with the actions of the hurting read. With oceans of emotions she bound her feet and traveled inside. TheContinue reading “See Saw Serenade”