Locker 138
Short Story About School Locker 138 is the place where I met the best girlfriend I ever had and where I broke up with her. It’s also where I made about $300 off of...
Tagged: history
Time Travel; Before Change, Still Hope
Spoken Word Tight curls diligent enough to wrap around the idea of my finger large eyes soaking up the world like the biscuit Momma made; every last drop of gravy belonged to it like...
Watch Your Step
Poem Wandering in the morning light Change is happening left and right Will change take me by surprise? Or will it pass me by? Sweep me away But don’t kill my history Give me...
Finally, a Will
Poem So childlike I can’t be like love, like that Strength, yes The heirlooms passed down from fathers To sons like sparks given to an anvil From hammers Greatness laughs As a child,...
Not For Profit Martyrs – Part One
Narrative Poem Rebecca Nurse was 71 year old when she swung from a clever, Puritan noose. Originally from Yarmouth, England both she and her husband, Francis Nurse rented to own their lush 300-acre...
None So Blind
Life Poems None so Blind… Love came in stillness, creating within itself countless heavenly spaces of spontaneous spore vapors and fertile, seeded grounds in tender and timeless hovering, completing cosmos of expanding brilliant,...
