Strolling Through Hope

I miss carefree days
…before smoke filled the air
and storms battered us left and right
(seems like now it’s a choice of extremes)
…before fear of walking in daylight
even worse at night
…before being forced to carry my papers
hoping they even give them a glance
because there’s money to be made…
in…Read More

April 15½

Prayer for the Fake Middle of the Month.

Pray…
not to gods,
not to ghosts,
but to the middle
of this faking month,
this sagging spine of April
where the days begin to wobble
under their own weight.

Pray for the midpoint,
the lukewarm center,
the hinge where nothing happens
and everything threatens to.

Because…Read More

Honor, Respect, Loyalty

Honor was not just a word 

It was inner compass

Felt deep within

Respect is earned

Not demanded like a spoiled brat

Given willing

Loyalty is fleeting

What once was sort out

Is now blown away like a puff of smoke

Rolling Into the Back 40

halfway to the party
and inspiration is faltering
slapping words into phrases
hoping they make any sense
breaking it into sections
so I don’t lose momentum
but my energy got up and went
and I’m left scrambling and outta breath
it’s one helluva workout…
for a pen with rusty muscles
drop and give me…Read More