Ever have one of those days where it feels like you’re lost? Walking into a room without knowing why? Looking in your bag for keys that aren’t there? Looking for…
(Apologies in advance for the mild scatological language, and I hope this poem makes you smile) Full of it.Full of shitis what I really mean,but I was raised to watch…
I worryabout my loved onesall the time,helplesslywanting them safe and happy.It is my nature.Parents wantchildren bound in love,to hold tighttogether,arm in arm, facing dark times;it’s how they’ll survive.All I have…
You see the world in black and white.It’s a dark place, even though you claimblack is not your color.I don’t know why it appeals to you so.The world I live…
When my daughter was littleshe went through a stagewhere she said, “I hate,”about almost everything.No matter how many timesI told her hate was a bad word,that it was okay not…
We live in the past tense,always looking back over our shoulderto see where we’ve been before.So much wanting,needing,to remember better dayswhen life overflowed with joy.The trouble is we cannot go…
Reactionsto circumstancesmay vary,but I knowhow you always jump tothe worst conclusions,then it turns out fine.You won’t change.It’s not who you are.Think the worstand explode.Walk away taking deep breaths,then you make…
It’s a messeverywhere I look.It’s so sad.We need help.I’ve got low expectationsit will come in time. (My first attempt at writing in the Shadorma form.) Happy Poetry Month! Elise Skidmore…
Fish cough.Who knew?I didn’t—at least not untilI opened a bottle of Snappleand read it on the cap. I couldn’t believe my eyes,so I Googled it.Sure enough,fish cough. Now my brain…
