No Longer in New England
Poems About Home Its snowing, at least that’s what the windows tell me. It piles on the rails of my neighbor’s deck, the red one where they sit every morning when the temperature...
Tagged: poem 22
A Lesson From My Founding Fathers
I stiffly sit back in my creaking wooden school chair my blank-faced response to the professor’s inquiry now burning into a lovely scarlet the rosy color perhaps forming into the letter D for Dunce...
How The World Should Be
You look at the world With brand new eyes And guard the secrets of everyday`s adventures You hold the key of wonder Smiling at the passengers of time That lost the faith in themselves...
One Who’s You
I woke up with Jesus in my fist. He was a well-groomed, handsome brunette with modest beard and a perfectly symmetrical face. He wiggled free a little and said “You don’t believe in me.”...
Gourmet Spam
Good morning — I hope you can join me tomorrow Your kind attention; please do not be surprised by my email I have a question that I hope you can answer for me The...
