Tag: writing

life don’t take prisoners

Once again, up against the self-imposed deadline of the calendar because I have some sort of need to not disappoint the internet. It’s foolish, but it keeps me a little bit honest, so let’s roll with it. This poem was […]

All Creatures Dumb & Small

As an extra poetry bonus this week, here’s a true story. all creatures dumb & small a bee has been stuck inside my garage for days. when i was younger, this would’ve been a cause for alarm (we were scared […]

Ain’t It A Pity?

Doesn’t everyone have a favorite tree? Probably not, so I won’t bother waiting for your answer. Once again, this one is straight outta the journal with the absolute minimum of editing. ain’t it a pity? they’ve cut down my favorite […]

Why Does Blogging Suck THIS Much?

I don’t know. I wish I knew, but I don’t. So let’s work through this together, okay? So yeah, another attempt at being a regular blogger. In a world where the attention span of the average human being hovers somewhere […]

Late Spring Word Wednesday

One day after my triumphant return to blogging and I almost missed posting something. Okay, so maybe it’s not so much triumphant as wobbling back out onto rollerskates after a couple decades, but indulge for a bit if you would. […]

So Where Ya Been?

I honestly didn’t intend to stop writing the blog for just over three months. One week off turned into two turned into three and the next thing you know, I was working the ticket booth at a circus in Borneo […]

A Connected Word Wednesday

After a few weeks of new poems, I decided to reach back a couple years and dust one off. i stand connected too far from a future to see the right answers and too close to a past that contains […]

An Expected Word Wednesday

First off, thank you to everyone for their kind words regarding yesterday’s post and our precious Mia. This week’s poem is from a few weeks back, during another burst of late night creativity. This time, I was reading Pablo Neruda […]

Parbaked Word Wednesday

I’ll freely admit that this poem is a bit on the underside of cooked. It started out of an afternoon of staring at the walls and wondering what to do with myself. Then, I asked myself the title as a […]