You’ll find opposite opinions on the internetmasquerading as facts. It’s a fact.And when you want to know what’s true, what do you do?Unless you know, you can’t relax.If the internet’s too scary, try the public library.Wind your way back through … Continued
Just catching up on each other’s lives. It’s so easy to get behind. A little travel, a little time, and we wonder where we are. We find so much is still the same, like growing up and constant change. We’ve … Continued
This poem will be short,as my friend is here.Just a few days,but oh so dear.
I’d rather write tomorrow’s poem,to make a guess at what’s unknown,to predict it like the weatherand to say “It will be better.”Even if that might be fun,I live each day just as she comes. [See this poem.]
Oh, oh, my album-titled self.I changed my name to get my product on the shelf.Now I’m waiting, waiting to see if it sells.Waiting all by my album-titled self. Paint on the tape on the video.There wasn’t much that he wouldn’t … Continued
I awoke to a loud cold knock at the door.I had no idea what they were here for.Hasty and stern, they wanted their money.I said, “There’s no mortgage.” They said, “Don’t be funny.Not your home– your brain. Pay for your … Continued
Can’t this be my day of rest?I can see your way is bestif I just want to live ’til deathbut I want more from life.Can’t I even stop and think?Can’t you see I’m on the brinkbut if I never rest … Continued
This poem has no title.Like a horse without bridleit wanders where it wills.It says what it wants to.So empty, it haunts you;so free, its creativity killed.
If it’s trueas I have learned“a penny savedis a penny earned”then I guessI earn a lot.It’s not what I dobut what I do not:I do not buydesigner cribs,Swarovski crystal-covered bibs,formula,Coach diaper bags,or designerspit-up rags.I do not goto shopping mallsor salonsor … Continued