Poetry
"The slipp'ry slope to Hell is paved Without the goad of horn-ed beasts But good intents of northern states And hedonistic western heat." Then south, they gathered, to cling tight To morals strict and deeply held So precious seemed their pride's delight Entrusted to
Memoir
I had to get the pieces just right. I had a vision of how to make it work and I felt I had the time (I rarely do), and I would make as many attempts as I needed to accomplish my given task. When doing finish, or trim, work, the
Poetry
Build a fort Defend the flag You're "it" The ties that bind to a tree let swing The scent of autumn fall fall falling then gathered Embrace us and crushed The scent of change Rolling wheels never stick to hot tar The coolness of a passing
Ms. Charlotte was in her usual ancient rocking chair facing her television, watching nothing in particular. As though the tv itself had fallen asleep and forgot to turn off, projecting its own dreams as they drifted from program to program every half hour. When she was younger – "how much
A day to burn with the restless crowds. Across the griddle with a sizzle and wandering sands. It slips, falls, into our clothes, hair, and mouths. A day to burn with the restless crowds. Boogie on and ride the crests, else wear Neptune's shroud. Over in a flash,
Amazingly, since I have served in the Marine Corps ('06-'10) and all the way to the present, none of the men or women with whom I served have lost their lives. The nature of my job in the military did not put us in harm's
Writing to explore and connect
Survival mechanisms keep me awake to see the intruder before he sees me. Until the sleep takes me away or did I forget to breathe? To continue the struggle, the fight to be, being and breathing, a reason to live. Awake one day at a time. Precious hours of light
The mailbox was empty. Huh, three days in a row… weird, he thought. The most interesting thing to happen that day. So far. Before heading back in, he looked over his truck parked on the street. Her car was in the two-vehicle-wide driveway, just like every day. Then a thought
Adorned in locks of dull green Her ringlets don't' bounce, but sway. Interwoven cascades suspended in time A lifeline descending to all who stay. Atop trees she sits; I sleepily watch her dance. Her yoke is easy, her burden light, Iberian wanderer clings, holds fast. If you&
Ms. Charlotte was in her usual ancient rocking chair facing her television, watching nothing in particular. As though the tv itself had fallen asleep and forgot to turn off, projecting its own dreams as they drifted from program to program every half hour. When she was younger – "how much
She was my girlfriend for all of eight months. But my tender emotional state was like an event horizon. It was so intense and inward-focused, selfish, that time itself dilated. Every week with her felt like a month. Drinking in every ounce, I consumed. I wanted her to fall in
A day to burn with the restless crowds. Across the griddle with a sizzle and wandering sands. It slips, falls, into our clothes, hair, and mouths. A day to burn with the restless crowds. Boogie on and ride the crests, else wear Neptune's shroud. Over in a flash,
Amazingly, since I have served in the Marine Corps ('06-'10) and all the way to the present, none of the men or women with whom I served have lost their lives. The nature of my job in the military did not put us in harm's