What do you say to the person who you thought was a friend, but is so cold to you now and you don't have a clue? What do you say to those who hate you, blame you, for something you did, or didn't do? What do you say? How do you express what it feels … Continue reading What do you say?
a story, simple really I swear it has a beginning a middle, and an end, although not always in that order. Let's start though, where all things start, at the end of something that once meant something else but has now become this thing, entity, purpose, but I digress for it is a story, I … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #16
I'm stuck, in the in between place that is always easy to access, but rarely easy to leave. I've been here many times, born, if you will allow me to suggest, to exist in the fantasies that have grown here as I wait, patiently I might add, to figure out the next door to leave … Continue reading Facebook Short Poetry Series #2
When I was Young When I was young I learned of two roads in a wood I did not believe to be yellow, for it was a coward's color, made of caution and weariness. But I was put before the roads, and made to choose. Until I plowed forward, creating a third. When I was … Continue reading When I Was Young