How can yousympathizewith tyrants?How can youfeel nothingfor others,familieswith no food,no healthcare,those tryingto survivewhile rich mencontinueto bleed usfor their gain?How can younot see howwrong this is?What if itwas you whoneeded help?I…
Everyone has their own idea of fun.Some like to read or do puzzles,some like delving into their genealogy,some love to test their skills in the kitchen,and others have the best…
Hello Friends, It’s been a while since my last blog post. To those who recently signed up for the newsletter to get an extra entry in September’s giveaway, you might…
Machines,even the simple ones,are meant to work.I’m not a machine,so I avoid work whenever possible.The pendulumdoes its job too well.It never seems to rest—or even grow tired.It just keeps movingback…
Your advice leaves me sad and empty.You tell me I should let it go.I cannot understand howI’m supposed to do that.It’s not who I am.The pain is real;I swallowit downwhole.Your…
Life is an obstacle course. I’m not athletically inclined,but some days I manageto cross the rickety bridgesand crawl under the barbed wirewithout too much damage done.Today was not one of…
What I crave dependson when you ask me.It might be silence to reador a few extra minutes to finish a poem.It might be a hot fudge and marshmallow sundaewith chocolate…
I’ve made it past the halfway point of the PAD (poem-a-day) challenge, and I’ve noticed that quite a few of the poems have been serious and focused on the dark…
I feel lucky to be raised during a time when morals, manners, and compassionwere the norm,when cruelty wasn’t funny,when slipping on a banana peelmight have made you laugh,but you reached…
I don’t think I’m feeling better,just putting on a good face.Grieving is like that.You break down, then pull yourself together.You keep pretending everything is normal—until some random thing pops upand…
