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Category Archives: FIction
February 4, 2017Posted by on
Three people told me not to say, “I am sorry” yesterday
when all I did was state, trying to communicate,
my feelings without filter, my shout
of defiance unspoken, stifled, a token
spent when truth is polluted sin,
emotions judged negative, no way to live
a happy, happy, happy life devoid of strife –
in other words – dead, not feeling at all, unsaid
sentiment no one wants, transposed, unheard taunts
thrown away whenever I say,
“I feel guilty, sad, lonely, or bad.”
Give me life, please, without bliss,
freedom to express truth, without duress,
be it undesired, not happy, even tired –
let me speak, unmasked, the truth I seek.
December 6, 2016Posted by on
November 12, 2016Posted by on
Holding out an empty hand
which twists into a fist
held high to the heavens
is the powerlessness felt
by too many people
who forget we are one species
and that hands should be held
together, by all humans
regardless of intellect
or gender or perfect bodies
or skin of unmatched color
because Ignorance is blind
to facts or truth, even lies,
controlling a fist held high
until, lowered, it hurts
others, but mostly itself
since hands are meant
to touch another’s heart
to feel it’s beat of life
and to wipe away a tear.
November 11, 2016Posted by on
Didn’t vote for Hillary?
Fine. It’s your right – for now –
because these rights and more
like them will soon disappear.
So, now I ask you –
do you take responsibility?
For it is on you now.
Didn’t vote or
voted for another
means it is your fault,
no doubt about it
you have fed hatred’s fire
as surely as a blacksmith
forging the shoes that fit.
I blame you.
Now take responsibility
when the needy cry at your feet
and take responsibility
when rights no longer exist.
It is all on you.
Live with it – if you can.
April 20, 2016Posted by on
Shadows flatten and spread
when sun shines white –
sharp two dimension,
flat, black outlines
beg the question:
is a soul three dimensional
printed out in 3-D form
when soul’s design is
transcribed in code?
March 9, 2016Posted by on
In the corner huddled Kindness, shivering in fear
as Anticipation laughed and joked with Prurient Interest
while their friend Sarcasm donned a Humor disguise,
laughing at Hope, as though bedding Prestige
was not a sin. Soon Judgement announced
the arrival of pure Hatred, newly divorced from Emotion
after losing custody of Empathy and Sympathy
only because Prejudice had no room in its tiny heart. They
wait, wait, waited for the master to arrive, the final judge
and jury –invited by ancient Cruelty, a life-long friend
to Ambivalence because how else could people watch
the ashes rise from crematoriums or allow sterilization
and capital punishment and violent, hurtful word sports?
Surprise left the room, no longer relevant when
everyone realized the room’s walls were papered with
dried human flesh and floored by bone fragment tiles.
Today’s caterer would be Hope, but no one, not even
Kindness took a bite as Fear’s junk food dominated.
“Come one, come all,” cried Ignorance “and watch the
collective mob we’ve created rule at last!”
February 1, 2016Posted by on
It takes courage to use the right word, not the simplest,
The three syllable one with a twelfth grade readability
Referenced in a dusty old dictionary or new Thesaurus
Captured outside the familiarity box with nuanced meaning
Because, truth be known, compromise is not possible
When writing inside strict young adult guidelines
Created by publishers to prove shorter attention spans
Matter more than increased vocabulary or just the right word
Used in just the right context in a layered, subtle tome
No one trusts to give to young adults who read more than
Adventure comics, avatar profiles and celebrity obits.
January 19, 2016Posted by on
It is not a bad thing to be alone
if one is not lonely;
it is not a bad thing to stay home
if there is no need of travel;
single remains undesirable
for those who desire partners:
all are self-made opinions
in a crowd or when alone,
never realizing the absolute truth
Blah, blah, blah
in a world of talking heads
where people gather to speak
nothing at all,
save their own stories –
this unrelenting change
no future story can stop
or hypothesis predict.
It happens now –
a constructed reality
validated by words
when none are necessary
since a true life puzzle
placed one piece at a time,
subject to wear and distortion,
is framed by human story.
January 2, 2016Posted by on
Nothing will be the same
This new year’s morning
Hinted future unheeded;
When I try to move –
It will be OK mantra
Hope altered and changed
On the windshield of life
Torn from experience
November 23, 2015Posted by on
I am thankful for:
Not going to work every day;
Not running out of money until age 75;
Not being unwell;
Not being totally alone;
Not fighting anyone;
Not being homeless;
Not being without talent and ideas;
AND FOR SO FEW NOTS AND MANY HAVES!