the diddler
I diddle away here when maybe I should be washing the dishes vacuuming the floor going for a walk in the false spring fighting for a cause helping the poor … Continue Reading the diddler
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my number one fan
I sit on the edge of the bed pull on the socks, jeans, suspenders, shirt while the dumb animal lays out flat on the covers after it’s followed me from … Continue Reading my number one fan
thanks for your support (*Graphic)
you do not understand do you even want to? when you look at me with derision in your glance and say get off that shit snap out of it what … Continue Reading thanks for your support (*Graphic)
rebirth
somethin’ dirty somethin’ bad somethin’ insidious bought with the coin of weakness is losin’ its grip on little old me ah, I can feel it tentacle by tentacle prong by … Continue Reading rebirth
The Story of My Tree
Originally posted on Nothing Gold Can Stay:
I know what you must think When you see my barren limbs. You see an old tree that looks dry and wasted. It’s…
Vent Ahead, Read With Caution
Originally posted on Poetry, journals, vents, and musings of a distracted woman:
I went into teaching because I am relatively non-confrontational. Now, talk to my brother and he’ll tell you…
ships that pass in the night
and so I write this not out of vanity, I hope, for really I am but an old man by government standards but to say how you affect me and … Continue Reading ships that pass in the night
Not your fault
I texted you today just to say hello well, not really so…among the real reasons… (haha) *didn’t want you to hear my voice *I know you don’t like to take … Continue Reading Not your fault
On having an opinion
We all have them, of course. What we think of as right and wrong. What we would trumpet as our cause. Some of us (usually the loudest) point fingers, assign … Continue Reading On having an opinion
Good night, sleep tight
I have brushed my teeth now and the mother says it is time for my bed but first you must piggyback me down the hall my feet must not touch … Continue Reading Good night, sleep tight
the creeps
I feel those goddamn creeps again are there any curses known to man shouted out through tears of brokenness that will serve as sandbags against this tide no I will … Continue Reading the creeps
Guns In the Classroom
Originally posted on Endless Bitchen Summer:
After dedicating 18+ years of my life to teaching high school before retiring this year, I can say with authority that arming teachers with…
A note from the underground
Hello, solitary one. I’m a little uncertain a little diffident and hesitant to come a-knocking at your door. Is it yourself you are content with for company? It is, after … Continue Reading A note from the underground
Circle, by My Valiant Soul
Such strong imagery and feeling here….. via Circle
After Emily, written and read by Ana Daksina
via Sound Recording: “After Emily”
