Category Archives: Poetry
Hand maidens tell us the world is going to hell in a hand basket. Who’s to say we’re not already there? I hand it to the press…they sure do have all our panties in a bunch. Nike loves Colin but … Continue reading
Something, from this, is going to be remembered. Whether a song, or a lover’s touch, or a pain, or a joy, something from us is going to touch someone else, somewhere, on this planet. The more, the merrier. We are … Continue reading
The full moon’s lighting up my lawn like a stage…but lurking in the wings, in the dark, are the fireflies, writing their own play — lighting their own way.
People just going crazy about OMG OMG OMG OMG everything. None of you can just look at a sunrise, or a puppy, or anything beautiful at all, and not make it political? Seriously, you’re all srsly’ing yourselves to death. And … Continue reading
In the winter of my discontent, I feel hollow and empty because my love is dead and the only people left alive in my life don’t understand me for crying over my dead. It’s enough to make one mad, only, … Continue reading
(Sung to the tune of Johnny Nash’s “I Can See Clearly Now”) I can see clearly now the trees are gone I can see all the snow still on my roadway Gone are the gorgeous pines that blocked my view … Continue reading