Thanksgiving: Pilgrims and Native Americans… and…Capitalism?

it's important not to lose sight on why we gather, so that we can still gather, while we still can.

Whisper near the Field

This is an old poem with a face lift. It is amazing how a picture and a few simple line changes affect the outcome of a story. It ended up being a little racier than expected, but hey, it's poetry and poetry isn't all mushy googly eyed sappiness. Its subtlety makes it strong. Such a…

When the Shadows Speak

Sleep illudes me. I haven't slept well, consistently, in years. It has become a labor to rest. Medicine helps a little, but even that becomes ineffective. The shadows under my eyes tell the story. But no one understands. The story is told in an ancient, forbidden language. Good night ceiling fan. I know you'll continue…

The Valley of Tranquility: A Journey of Self Restoration

You're never really quite sure what's coming around the corner. You've been promised hope and a clear path into the future, but you've also been promised pain and dreaded suffering. The path taken on accident is often less difficult than the path chosen out of reluctance. The path of reluctance, has around the corner, a…

To Be Forgotten

My grandmother had a lot of Cherokee in her. I remember her being meticulous and mysterious and she sometimes talked about having premonitions about friends and family. She lived thousands of miles away from us in Oregon, so it was always a surprise when she would call checking in on us after something had happened…

The Silence

We never know where It is, when It is, or even what exactly It is. But when the Silence approaches, we have no choice but to accept the presence. It is both forgiving and harsh at the same time. It is both a green and red light. Heartache and freedom both pass from It and…

Paused

The pause button on the video that is my life has been pressed. Every time I push it, I get a buffer screen. I've nearly had enough.

The United State of the World

Images in this post are courtesy of: https://pixabay.com/ I am, as is everyone in the World, in awe of the devistation and raw path the Covid-19 sickness has unleashed upon Us. There isn't a single person in the world that is safe from it, at the present. The world is united once again. United in…

To Shake and Stumble

It's been a very long time since I posted a poem. I rarely pen new ones, so this is from another time and another place.

One Bad Night

There had been an alien invasion several days before and the government has warned everyone to stay inside. I didn't. I wanted to meet the aliens. Interaction with someone from another planet in the galaxy seemed too much of a draw for me. So I headed off. It didn't take long before something happened. I…