From Homies to Brony
I never thought I’d be in a gang. You see I was never too cool To hang with the right group in school. There…
An Elevenie For Me
Poet Master storyteller Inside us all Words as an elixir Nirvana. Muse Dreamy abstraction Inside poets’ minds Drawn as an inspiration Wonderland. For National…
Back To Writing
To Me: Over six months since I have written anything on my website. Perhaps tonight I should write. Perhaps I’ve been feeling uninspired. Perhaps…
Day 15: NaPoWriMo – I Would Di For You
I Would Di For You We should give it a try and let us roll the di. You should roll one for me and one…
Day 14: NaPoWriMo – My Thoughts Swing
My Thoughts Swing Higher and higher I fly on life’s swing Not playing well in the silicate box. My thoughts come crashing down to…
Day 13: NaPoWriMo – Revenge
I have never quite understood the phrase “Revenge is a dish best served cold,” as the warmth of blood provides the happiness of a…
Day 11: NaPoWriMo – The Traffic Jam
On my pathed commute I hear honking. I stay in my my lane Flipping the bird A literary morsel. I’m passed by two Canadian…
Day 9: NaPoWriMo – What’s Your Name?
I always dreaded morning role call. “Mike,” asked the substitute teacher. “Here,” bellowed the pre-pubescent boy. “Beth,” said the monotone teacher. “Present,” giggled the…
Day 8: NaPoWriMo – The Iris
Bewildered iris. Rather epithelial. The eyes can’t smell fear. The napowrimo.net prompt for Day 8 of National Poetry Writing Month was to write a poem about…
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