"We can not forget the forgotten." Have you ever heard the sound of frozen water when through thinning it starts to sing? In the vortex of innocence broken bones are finding their way spoken through vernacular vocabularies there is a stream within this st...
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Geez, I Wonder Why
Snowmobiling for gullible dummies…“You know the trails? You have GPS?” Done and done. On that fateful day, I broke one of my cardinal rules: Do Not Ride With Strangers. But we were new to the area. He wasn’t. He had GPS. We didn’t. Sure, just like everyone else, my iPhone had Google Maps....
Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?
How does one answer this age-old question?“Have you chosen yet?” Warrick asked, curious as to his brother’s decision. “I have, yes,” answered Zarrack. “Yes, brother, but have you chosen wisely?” “That depends on your definition of wise, I suppose.” Zarrack paced pensively. He knew that his decisi...
Countless times I fed a dark hart light layered surface starlit swimming clandestine calling echoing eyelids 365 days inhabited by lessening lessons remaining exhibits we called realities beyond blind spots effortless effort I am not an image though carve...
Be wary of the Judas grape shakers, Hollywood and the talking heads, and clowns who have brought shame. Burnt offerings, sacrificial tithe, and Jezebels who want your dime, cutting in front of you at showtime. Hold the faith and believe in Jesus, and get...
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The Little Things
My friend told me to write down 25 things that I'm grateful forRapid raindrops pattering on a tin roof Genuine goosebumps from charged touch Decadent chocolate dancing on taste-buds Passionately perceptive monologues at dawn The smell of smoke from an extinguished candle Liberated laughter from the heart of a loved o...
Without silence, there are no words like a selfish cat a dead leaf falling into the arms of the living my sweet Michelangelo of strings opening chatoyant eyes on heads of nod over the sea of Galilee
“I saw Sally in the butchers the other day.” “Oh yes.” “Yes, she’s really piling on the pounds.” “I noticed that. She told me that her doctor said that she had an underactive thyroid.” “Ha, and overactive knife and fork if you ask me.” “Yes, you are proba...
Leaving Earth
How do we leave Earth when our time is up?Wisps of fog sweep over and ‘round The bridge that leads to Heaven So, stay the course and falter not, And keep your footing sturdy It’s not the stairway advertised In popular songs of old No climbing is involved, my friend You merely follow the path The...
One after another Sheets of metal fall from my lips Slicing the corners of my mouth As they clatter to the ground Symbols etched in silver Canvased anguish Purposeful debris Manufactured for them to see Even under a microscope They struggle to decipher Th...
In the lazy daze days of Junebugs, swinging on an old used tire hanging from a tree. The dust would kick up from the dried red clay. The Peanut Man would come along, singing something about, "Old fools..." My shoestrings were full of knots, but I paid it...