January 29, 2017 My Memoir Monster If my memoir is a monster Taking on a life of its own Does that make me Dr. Frankenstein Madly nurturing what I’ve grown Or am I more like Dr. Jekyll Consumed by my Mr. Hyde A raging egomaniac Fueled by wanton pride Maybe it’s... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 36
January 18, 2017 Silent Whisper I hear her whisper in the darkness Sometimes in the light I hear her giggle from beneath the frilly dresses at Costco Can I have one, Mommy? She’s not really there I silenced her voice thirty-five years ago But Jesus whispers, She’s with me ______________________________... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 13
January 12, 2017 It Curls and Swirls Tendrils of cigarette smoke swirl up to my bunk curl in the air it stunk So I’d twirl the crank open the tiny window breathe fresh air through the dusty musty screen it stunk But not as bad as Old Gold bare butt smoke _________________________-... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 20
January 10, 2017 Pick a Bridge They call it Bridge City and if you don’t know how to get to one of the twelve bridges (not counting the two in Oregon City) that you need to take to get where you’re going you’re gonna get lost And don’t try to follow GPS... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 10
January 9, 2017 The Saving Grace of Jello I don’t really know what cancer is, but mom’s in the hospital having surgery because she has it. I think that’s what Aunt Barb had and she died. I hope mom doesn’t die, too. We’re visiting her today. She might be ready to come home,... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 28
December 24, 2016 Messy Presents We want our presents in pretty paper All wrapped up in a shiny neat bow We want our faith to be the same So our doubts and struggles never show Yet the greatest gifts aren’t neat and tidy Like the manger birth steeped in blood... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 7
December 5, 2016 Her Hideous Scar Once I saw her without her shirt or bra revealing the scar where her surgeon first took her diseased breast then sloppily gathered excess skin in a quick running stitch of sutures leaving her hideously deformed It’s no wonder I seldom saw her smile _______________________ De is running the... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 35
December 1, 2016 My One-Note Song Last summer I entered my first poetry book, Light in My Darkness, in the Writers Digest Self Published Book Awards contest. Riding high on the coattails of being named a finalist in the Cascade Writers Contest in the published poetry category, I decided to submit my... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Book Reviews Comments: 0
October 10, 2016 Clouds of Haleakala Standing in the dark in the middle of a rain cloud sideways rain at ten-thousand feet slapping my face Waiting, waiting for sunrise Angry visitors give up, go home, curse the clouds We wait, are rewarded with beauty of sparkling rays streaming God’s glory ________________________... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 22
October 10, 2016 What Is Bravery? Why say I’m brave? You don’t call robbery victims brave when they tell You don’t call shooting victims brave when they tell You don’t call mugging victims brave when they tell Yet your clouded view calls me brave when I tell I was raped _______________________________... Share this:TweetMoreShare on Tumblr Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like this:Like Loading… Categories Poetry Comments: 32