Jesus said, “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you.” Man says, “you will have no peace. You will toil all the days of your life for me.” Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life.” Man says, “see my gun? Your life is worthless to me. Except forContinue reading “The Red Words: part 3”
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Thankful about
What do you have to be thankful about? Oven burnt out. Cat ran away. Family in crisis. No money in the bank. Bills. Bills. Bills! Car broke down. Plumbing sprang a leak. Cat came home but your dog died. Bad doctor visit. You got scammed. Spouse is in a foul mood. Work sucks. Tired. BoneContinue reading “Thankful about”
Less – feel – word
They disappoint me. Your word vomit; meaningless. Feel less than worthless. http://livingpoetry.net/2025/11/17/monday-poetry-prompt-feel-less-word/
Night Sky
Waste not. Want not.
I would like to thank Nolcha Fox, Editor Chewers by Masticadores and Editor LatinosUSA and team for spotlighting my book of poems Waste not. Want not.
Hold’em high
Soldiers march across the great divide, holding up their torches high. Fighting back the encompassing night. They march shoulder to shoulder, across the sky. They cannot win. But still they fight. Each year their numbers greater. More torches bring more light. Some are broken; can’t hold their torches straighter. Others march with all their might. Continue reading “Hold’em high”
Eye-ku
The idea came from one of https://cazzycoop.wordpress.com posts.
Insomnia
Reaching for something
Don’t know what I’m doing, reaching in the dark. Searching the unknown. Never been down this path before. Reaching. Touching nothing. Searching the darkness for anything. A string. A cord. A hand. An idea. Even a spider web. Is there anything in the darkness; reaching out for me? Help me! Guide me! I’m coming undone!Continue reading “Reaching for something”
Not my home
I sit here staring at a computer screen; this world is not my home. Traffic flows past my window; this world is not my home. I flip over to read the headlines: body shaming, violence, natural disasters; this world is not my home. There’s an emptiness inside me that burns; this world is not myContinue reading “Not my home”
