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 letting God see i'm paying my debt even though he knows it's just appeasement somewhere in the Bible there's a story about a rich man... Continue Reading →
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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 the breakfast table to the shower to the bedroom it's my number one fan, you know cocks its head slightly to match my vision's angle... Continue Reading →
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 is wrong with you and I snap, but not out of it and say thank you for your support now fuck off a terrible terrible... Continue Reading →
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 prong sinew by snapping sinew is it gonna go quietly? not a chance. it bellows and hollers in my dreams. but I analyze those cries,... Continue Reading →
What a beautiful piece.
I know what you must think
When you see my barren limbs.
You see an old tree that looks dry and wasted.
It’s true that my leaves had fallen, seemingly, never to return
And the bloom of my youth is a fuzzy dream that
Floats on the edges of memory.
Aw, but you are wrong! I am far from dead!
And I’m not just any tree, I was chosen for a special purpose!
I know that somewhere out there I have not been forgotten.
So sit awhile with me and if you listen,
With more than ears, I will tell you a story.
I will tell you about my girl.
I remember it was a bright spring morning,
And my friends, the birds, were just stirring from my branches.
When, suddenly, they leapt to the air in a flurry of fright
As a man climbed onto one of my great…
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One woman’s point of view on the guns in school question…..
I went into teaching because I am relatively non-confrontational. Now, talk to my brother and he’ll tell you that I started everything when we were children. That’s probably correct. I can’t remember. Doesn’t matter. I’m not a kid anymore.
I’m an almost 46 year-old woman with two biological children and at least a hundred adopted. I believe in compassion and goodness. I believe in random acts of kindness. I believe in saying my mind when I see something or someone beautiful. I know that this might be weird. But if I see a beautiful person, I am going to say something. We live in a world saturated with unkindess, or at least we could. But not on my watch. Not in my corner.
I just finished teaching the Holocaust. I made a point of talking about people who chose compassion and goodness over atrocity and evil. My biggest regret right…
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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 to wonder what you see when you look at me and why you do what you do I have been in this town since before... Continue Reading →
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 an actual phone call *I wanted to assure myself that you were still around I hoped that you would read between the lines of my... Continue Reading →
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 blame, preach from the pulpit of ignorance. We sometimes simplify issues that are complex, so that we can aim our self righteous darts more easily.... Continue Reading →