Puppets (a poem from my book, Seasons Come, People Grow)

Held by the strings, Never in place, Our head and arms dangling, At their mercy, Guided on the stage, Directed where to go, How to act, What to wear, With each repetition,
Poem of the week

Blueberry Pie

and as I do after every Sunday I light up, smoke up and tell myself to shut up as I patch together a father of sorts, from these blueberry afternoons

Rogue Embraces

Your words hurt me, as if i were a tree, battered and bruised by the unforgiving winds, I open my mouth, reach out to you, but in the stagnant air, my voice deserts me,
Cherry

Dear Daughter...

Don't go looking for an answer...
Cherry

love is never black and white

umm...?

The Right Man for the Job Part 6

An employee of a beachside resort narrates about one memorable summer.

The Right Man for the Job Part 5

An employee of a beachside resort narrates about one memorable summer.

The Right Man for the Job Part 4

An employee of a beachside resort narrates about one memorable summer.

You can be as mad as me

I can’t believe that people read what i put on here you see it’s amazing to me That you all take the time too see my little rhymes oh that is a wow to me i have to say

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