There comes a time,when Jack Daniels,road runs,watching the dawnrise over Mt. Tolmie,being sillyin Hyde Parkand Hurricane Floydon a Hyannis beach,gives weighto ibuprofen,comfy shoes,and playing fetchwith Friedabefore breakfast,when what
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Poetry
Apartment 2B
2 floors up,above the swirling littered dreams,I watched – eyes red.He came – shuffling, head down,gnarled bony hands hung loose,A ravaged fedora perched,on bleached white straw.I stepped outside
Poetry
Marionette Messages
Willow marionettes dancewaltzing on tender stringsslowly, to the lullabyof a river breeze.Gently she callssiren hidden from sightby an overhanging firdipping its tips in the eddy,mischievious lurefor a lurking
Poetry
Love Is An Avocado
Love is an avocado,tough leather skinprotecting from hurt,pain and griefonce we piercegentlyleather turnsto soft fleshsweet and smilingnurturing our belief,a warmth clinginglike a mother’s armsaround the stonethat holds our
Poetry
Do Dead People Get Hungry?
Do dead people get hungry?Is there McDonalds at the Gates?Greasy french fries and thick burgers,to drool on at our fate. Is there Dominoes delivery?hot and ready down in