Welcoming November with a little poem.... So an atheist a future pastor an aspiring writer and a redhead are all sitting at a table playing Apples to Apples. The category was ‘American.’ The future pastor would decide. The atheist played ‘Freedom.’ The aspiring writer played, ‘The Electric Chair.’ The redhead played ‘Lucille Ball.’ All were … Continue reading Most American
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Home
Welcoming my favorite month with a poem. Happy October! Hope you enjoy! Home There is a light in her window. A hopeful flicker, or is it only melting wax? Minutes dripping to nothing? A glimpse of distant shores, left you yearning for the foreign and the wild. She is neither of those things. She … Continue reading Home
Jury Duty
Parking garages should not be so full this early. The clock says "7:11." And the paper said be here by "8." I knew I should have stopped at Starbucks. Though the world's strongest latte could not prepare me for this. No phone, no computer, no internet, no outside contact. Just a room, 200 strangers, and … Continue reading Jury Duty
Let us go then, you and I…
Though my favorite poet is Walt Whitman, and I own a well-loved edition of Leaves of Grass, he did not pen my favorite poem. That distinction belongs to "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," written by T.S. Eliot and published in 1915. I'm also a big fan of Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, … Continue reading Let us go then, you and I…
The Next Couple of Months…
...are very busy for me. I am going to be querying my next novel, my older sister is getting married in Vegas, it's a busy/stressful time at my day job, AND I have jury duty. So, lots of fun stuff going on, but it's becoming difficult for me to come up with ideas for 2x … Continue reading The Next Couple of Months…
A History of Violence
(And here, on Old Poetry Monday, a selection from 2012...) But it doesn’t end. Nothing ever ends. Those who plummet over the edge of darkness do not hit the bottom. No false saviors can catch them with their parables and psalms. They fall forever. And for those of us who do not know what … Continue reading A History of Violence
Yawp!
Back in college, in order to complete my English major I had to take what is known as a Major Authors course - a class focused on the works of one or two major authors. Admittedly, I first had my eye on a Poe and Hawthorne course, but the timing for that class didn't work … Continue reading Yawp!
The Kitty
A poem inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven." Once upon a morning dismal, while I slumbered calm and blissful, Dreaming of all the joyous things that make my spirits soar - I was wrenched out from my sleep, well before the alarm clock's beep, As I heard the faintest cry come from behind my … Continue reading The Kitty
Just
In keeping with a poetry theme for the week, here's a selection from my CW class in college. Just One should never be just anything. Things are never just fine. That’s just a saying that keeps prying curiosities at bay. We are never just tired. Fatigue is gauged by more than how long our … Continue reading Just
Blue Screen
Thought I'd share a poem I wrote several years ago for an English assignment when my old desktop computer (which I still have and still works) was constantly blue screening, much to my frustration. Blue Screen Go away, blue screen. With your white words that no one with average intelligence understands. I’m trying to … Continue reading Blue Screen
Frostwritten 