Poem, Lost My Flow Let It Go
Lost My Flow, Let It Go when your stomach is all bloating cause the food you ate is still floating around inside for too long and your hope turns to desperation as your brow drips become overall perspiration and your intestine’s singing songs you remember you took three cups worth of powder that’s supposed…
Anesthesia
Anesthesia A song comes to mind Bye bye love, hello loneliness, I think I am going to die, bye bye my love goodbye… And so when I wake up from surgery, when it’s all over There is this crazy, subtle at first, but lingering high That seems to last along with the drugs in my…
A Conversation on Vulnerability
What is it I stand to lose Gabriel thought? He looked straight at Melinda, his therapist, and asked, “What is the risk of showing all my vulnerability? Is it fear of showing my weakness? My neurotic thinking? My uncertainty in knowing how others will react to seeing inside my thoughts? Fear of exposure? Of being…
A Selection of Recent and a Few Not Recent Poems
I realize I want to create another post with humorous poems. I don’t think these are the kind that make you laugh, but hopefully they make you feel something. The Em in December your hair is sun shining your dance floats on a note sailing through space a dream all afloat your smile warms my…
Do You Want the Found Money or Dont You?
I can’t decide if this is funny or sad, or both? I walked into Walgreens Pharmacy to see if they had a type of slipper I bought as a gift last year which was met with enthusiasm. They did not have them. As I was looking in another spot in the store, one of the…
Sam Talks about Attachments, Letting Go, Being Captain of His Ship
It’s like my friend Ick (Intuitive Counseling Kindness) told me (I am Sam, Seasonal Affective Management): Don’t get too attached to the Sun, (I grieve sometimes when it leaves) Like, don’t get too attached to Anyone, Live and feel, Yes, but attached, No. As he would say, all things come and all things go, So,…
Some Things about December, Emilee, Mom, Our Wedding
Haiku for Blue All I can hear is, the rhythm of your voices, breathing me to peace … nmk My Em in December (my multipurpose anniversary and valentines day poem), guaranteed to get you what you need, but not necessarily what you want, for sale now, 30% off until midnight tonight, of course with…
Poem – Love, Loss, Carry On
Love, Loss, Carry On flighting bites silly sounds do delight frightful flights someone please dim the lights bug splattered windshield and too much glare straining to see what was really there distorted synaptic configurations convoluted emotions swirl I saw her as a young girl Tortured, pulled, torn, abused a rag doll stretched on a…
SCHMCOTUS – What It Means and Why I Need This Word
I need to re-Define the word SCHMCOTUS. But first, why do I need such a word? Necessity inspires me, hence the saying, necessity is the Mother of invention. It is a Mother alright. Ignoramus became insufficient as a descriptor to alleviate my feeling incredulous at the enormous credulous population who are his supporters. People…
Developing a Story – Day One and Two
The writing assignment is to write something every day. Submit a sentence or a very short piece. Just write. I am taking this as an opportunity to rethink how to tell the story of me and Em. Change the narration, change the names, change what happened, even change who died, but get the guts of…