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The hurt washes over like the ocean.Calm sails capture the windWith their chests puffed out,Rulers of the great blue seasUntil a storm arrivesOf doubt and regretThe spray stings my cloudy eyes.It seemed fun at the timeBecoming Co-captain of my own sh...
I lost my smile today of Gumby in clay and gave away my tears for the death of booksnow gathering dust without a word to shed in remembrance of the paper-mache shadow of Winnie-the-Poohcoming of age
Lost in ale and hairy horehound'sfrom the menagerie houseof exaggerated self-worthas harlots soothe my beastin dreams of glory with tattoosand avatars with little emojifrom my puffed-up teapotsending you kisses of mefloating in Manischewitzas my mind...
My soul knows what darkness holds. Politicians, bureaucrats, and gutter rats. Playing lotto with our future. I detest both ends of the mouth. But tonight, I hear a virgin's cry. From a window of broken sky. Rising from her restful sleep. Holding her...
I took up gardening somewhat recently. The first reason being, we get such glorious summers where I live on the East Coast, and I decided that I wanted to spend more time outside. Where I am, the summers are long, hot, and dry. So long, in fact, that...
In March 1918, some of the first recorded American cases of what became a worldwide influenza epidemic, also known as "Spanish flu", were reported at Camp Funston. The 1918 influenza pandemic, usually set as January 1918 up to December 1920, was an u...
I was sitting at the messy play table, with some freshly made playdough. I had the kids helping me roll it out and add colour to it. I had the usual mini rolling pins and cookie cutters out that my helpers were using. "My Nana is picking me up today,...
His picture is among a lot of images I store here on this site. His happy, furry face 'smiling' at me. One ear flipped up the way it often was. He was my Sparky boy. Just a glimpse is enough to make my eyes moist. What is it about the simple things t...
It's the little things of the job that make everything worth it. All the stress of working in education, all the meetings with the big bosses, the paperwork, the endless staff meetings, professional developments, the weekend-long courses, all the aft...
Night falls when it seems I am alone, and I know all those things I have learned need to be remembered for the future, more especially the truth and not those lies that can be found in-between most things like blue on black, or black on blue. As I st...
Friday the 13th?! Other than a series of semi-scary movies (one through five actually terrified me once upon a time) today is just another day. Right? I don’t understand all the hokey “bad luck day” nonsense. I’d ask Google if my internet worked. It...
Remembering a time walking all alone in the Southern rain, and passing by both graveyards and battlefields along with the forests and the fields that stand here under both the moon and the sun’s dark light. Knowing that at one time both the Valkyrie...
The first sunrise I lived through was in Arkansas. I was born in a small clinic in a small town called Mulberrry. My mother didn't live there. My parents had a rental house in another small town named Alma. But she was lucky enough to give birth to m...
Shadows are falling, and I have been standing here all day, with time seeming to be running away and there is no reason to really be anywhere. It feels like my sense of humanity is slowly going down the drain, and hope seems and feels like it is slow...
Okay, fine! I will admit it then. Here goes. I am an addict. Are you happy now? No? Well, what else do you want from me? (Heavy sighs, eye rolls, stomping my feet) My story? Why? You think you can fix me, don'tcha? Well guess what? I'm not fucking b...