For some reason,
I did not look to find,
We use the word count,
To define, Continue reading
Atop the cranium, it sits,
Thinking briskly of its life,
And what it might be there to do.
Surely, yes, some bald people are grateful, Continue reading
Never did like the vegetable,
But it’s not so bad once you begin,
The food is creamy,
And cooks well, Continue reading
Take a trip to the top of the slide,
Hold your breath,
Take a dive,
Spinning along the ceramic path, Continue reading
The world is now asleep.
Resting,
It sometimes feels like,
Dormant,
It feels like. Continue reading
It takes quite a while,
And is never easy,
This publishing thing,
It is a struggle. Continue reading
I know not enough,
I see the writing of the masters,
And I realize my own less-ness,
But, Continue reading
I write, right?
For combat is my story—
I feel you can tell a lot,
When your characters are in fury, Continue reading
I miss the feeling of my body soaring along,
With the push of my feet,
I once could outrun,
Even slow cars, Continue reading
Twitching thing underneath the skin,
Drawing out the moisture,
Rising—
Crinkling—
Sucking dry, Continue reading
A story told,
Of things that are not real,
But fakeness lacking,
A product of zeal, Continue reading