Thanksgiving Carnage: A Sonnet

I see you laying there flat on your back, Your limbs splayed out against a metal slab. Unclothed, exposed, cold skin and muscles slack, Hands poke and pull and nip and tuck and grab. Your innards are removed and in their place, Some cruel heart replaces them with fluff. With brush in hand they paint your pallid face,... Continue Reading →

Home is…

Home is… Home is a cup of chamomile tea a fuzzy blanket a classic novel oversized sweat pants your t-shirt Home is fresh homemade bread eggs, sunny side up, in bed Champions League Football Mythbusters reruns Lord of the Rings Legos Home is waking up beside you a warm embrace a goodnight kiss two-day stubble... Continue Reading →

Blame

In quiet moments you will cross my mind. I sometimes feel like you have never left. Just when I think I’ve left the past behind, Your shadow chokes my heart and steals my breath. Allured by kindness to captivity, Your harsh demeaning words broke down my will. Blinded by love and my naivety, I grew to... Continue Reading →

The Ol’ Sea Salt

I’m an ol’ sea salt, you can be your ARRR! I spit into the wind as it blows through me hairrr. You can’t tell me mate there’s a better, better life, Than the sea and the sky and me trusty ol’ fife. From starboard to port we be swabbin’ the deck, And me language is... Continue Reading →

Sonnet: John 14:1-6

Let not your heart be troubled God reminds, Our life is hid with Jesus Christ on high. So brethren let us shake the ties that bind, Us fast onto things that can't satisfy. Our tears and sufferings may drag us low, And make us feel devoid of hope or song, But Jesus left us here... Continue Reading →

About Your…

Arms… Warm, firm, perfect- ly suited to fit around my body; to hold me. Hands… Strong, soft, gentle touch from the palms pressed to mine and squeezing. Fingers… White, smooth, loving touch sends sparks through my skin. Blood turns To fire. Eyes… Deep, warm, smiling, sweet; Holds my gaze, for all my earth- ly days.... Continue Reading →

Nighttime Revels

It was about 2 a.m. That’s my standard wake-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night time. I usually have to pee and spend about twenty minutes trying to ignore the urge so I can get back to sleep. It obviously doesn't work and I end up getting up. I hung my feet over the side until they reached the carpet and... Continue Reading →

What Good is a Roll without Butter?

My mother’s despaired moan came from the backseat. “They forgot the butter for my roll.” “No?” my grandmother gasped in horror. “Yes!” She dropped it back into the paper bag from which it came. “What good is a roll without butter?” she mumbled. I was driving. There was a lovely lilting rhythm to my mother’s... Continue Reading →

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