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Why Does the Gun Come First?
by Why does the gun Come first for some? I see a Taser and baton And Pepper spray – where have they gone? And does no one teach unarmed techniques? Are the lines…
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My Country
by Is my country in the clear?Do we speak against the fear?Are we better than the rest?Our vision truly best? Or is our historyA darker mysteryFilled with not-so-secret shamesSo many forgotten namesAnd things…
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America Is Burning
by I’m not seeing it as much on Mainstream Media as I was a week ago, but it’s still all over my social media and independent services. Protests, anger, people whose eyes are…
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One Saturday Afternoon As I Was Kidnapped by Aliens
by I go through major phases where I flirt with poetry. In the last few years, that’s mostly been expressed as haiku, a form I appear to be having a serious love affair…
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Haiku on Friday
by So there are times when I’m a haiku addict, and while I mean more writing than reading, there are several books in the house and I have a twitter stream saved that…
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Friday Poetry for 15 December 2017
by Another from the deep vault, the date on this silly piece, according to the original file, is 02 November 1999, and it concerns possibly the greatest food ever created, pizza. Once, years…
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Friday Poetry for 08 December 2017
by From the vault. The note in the original file is that it’s on the occasion of my almost ten-month-old son’s third cold. He’ll be turning 19 shortly. Few things shake your…
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Friday Poetry
by Words strewn across a page Can capture any age Express random thoughts Show battles won or fought A moment set in time An image held in mind Encourage ideas Share hopes and…
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Friday Poetry – A Blank Verse Sonnet
by Tell me again how there’s no global warming. Oh right, we’re supposed to say climate change. I see, it was cold where you are today, And god is taking care of everything.…
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You Were Expecting Something About Bad Luck?
by Written a couple of summers back while musing on the perception of meteorology. Weather prediction Is a nasty affliction And accurate you may be But a thousand times right Drown in…
