Sometimes the silence doesn't need to be filled with empty words I wish I would say this to the people who complain when it's only a time with nothing to say another moment wasted like the way we take our pain from the forgiven past and launch it towards the future our fear finds a … Continue reading Poem: Silence
Category: Poetry
Poem: Going Nowhere
I've made plans today a list of tasks designed to move me forward but nowhere I will go an anxious mind wraps vines around my thoughts I drive but a tire blows out try to take the spare when the jack gives way nowhere to go I sit and wait for help looking for ways … Continue reading Poem: Going Nowhere
Going Nowhere
I've made plans today a list of tasks designed to move me forward but nowhere I will go an anxious mind wraps vines around my thoughts I drive but a tire blows out try to take the spare when the jack gives way nowhere to go I sit and wait for help looking for ways … Continue reading Going Nowhere
Deer in the Headlights
Clogged arteries and frog charcuterie. Put that in your song and rap it. Ummmmm, what's going on? What am I doing? What is life? Where does the wind blow? I don't know. Nobody knows much of anything. Hey, today's my sister's birthday. Wish her well! Or don't. It's your choice, really. Either way it's still … Continue reading Deer in the Headlights
Willie McGinest
Hi my name is Willie McGinest yes like the former NFL player Willie McGinest when people see me they often confuse me with a salad I've been tossed and doused with dressing glossed over for something better like a chocolate raisin or a tiny little sweater I once swallowed a sparrow just to prove I … Continue reading Willie McGinest
Meet Richard
My name is Richard I like to spit in the toilet and poop on the porches of my scorning neighbors one in particular her name is Evangeline she can't handle me I took a dump on her sun roof in the middle of July followed her all the way to REI hid in a canoe … Continue reading Meet Richard
Stream of Consciousness, Written at a Stream.
I'm sitting on a rock. The water flows past me, energy runs through me. I feel at home here. We weren't meant to live in four walls. It's a humid day; there was a big storm a couple of nights ago. The water covers the rocks where a woman was sunbathing last week. Something just … Continue reading Stream of Consciousness, Written at a Stream.
The Bar
The bar is pretty when the televisions are off bottles line the walls each its own possibility dark and tall this one opens only for special occasions its label worn like a favorite cap of a baseball lover sunken dreams have spilled over these counters the marble washes away the liquor but soaks in the … Continue reading The Bar
COVID, Fear, Death, and Sharing Your Art. Neat!
What a time to be alive. I haven’t done comedy in a few days because I’ve been a little under the weather. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s a weird time to be under the weather. There used to be a time where you would simply rest up, drink some emergen-C, and play … Continue reading COVID, Fear, Death, and Sharing Your Art. Neat!
Shadows and Reflections
Hidden behind the veil of victimhood the helpless sinner waits she cries and she cries points at all the passers by the main in the suit she can't stand him much at all she's never met the guy but she starts concocting a plan to destroy his tidy little life throws a slew of angry … Continue reading Shadows and Reflections