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You’re Fired

August 25th, 2015; where were you? This isn’t as thought provoking as asking ‘where we’re you when the Challenger exploded? Or where we you when JFK was shot? Where were you when the World Trade Center was hit?’ 8-25-2015 was a life changing day for me. I got fired. First time ever. It hurt myContinue reading “You’re Fired”

Sneeze

Taken from ‘The Reconstruction of Me’. A collection of poems I started in the early 2,000’s. Not a published book.

Soggy Little Oaty-O

Green

for the green that does not grow we break our backs throughout our lives the seed we must sow in order to make up for the green we lack some rob, cheat, and steal to get pictures of presidents so grand others will grind the mill and hope time will work a plan we haveContinue reading “Green”

Excommunicated

Excommunication! Manipulation. Silence. How dare you! You will need me. Silence. I can. You can. Manipulation. Do as I say. Not as I do. Manipulation. Moan. Complain. Be silent! Abandon. Need. Manipulation. There is a built in need in every child to have a relationship or bond with our birth parents. This need is deepContinue reading “Excommunicated”

Fireworks

An Emotion

For ever little teddy bear lovable, cuddly, and soft. There is an evil force hard, cold, and deadly. Deadlier than the greatest plague for it becomes a plague. More powerful than a volcano, for it will erupt. Prisoner of the dark, bound by fire, loathing in ashes, black as coal. No force on earth canContinue reading “An Emotion”

90, 30

Fall is an amazing time. The world is slowing from its summer grind. Leaves are changing color. We are driven inside. The heat from the sun is duller. I have this memory. Is it true? There used to be a transition between seasons. Who knew? Saturday, it rained. But was 85 in the shade. MondayContinue reading “90, 30”

Flying Objects 100 words

Do you have a “side hustle”? I’m painting a 60’ X 12’ deck. My surroundings are tranquil. Once this scene was interrupted when a mixed herd ran down the hill toward a pond. I’m on a ladder; paint brush and can in either hand. Imagine my horror as thoughts of these critters racing through myContinue reading “Flying Objects 100 words”

Holy Walls

Must we meet each Sunday? In front of others , we should pray. The man to my left, from our lambs voice is deaf. The woman to my right, has lost her holy sight. They summon him on the Sabbath; but curse him when they bathe in lives sins. Where they never win. I haveContinue reading “Holy Walls”