You’re born you’re raised and you begin to fry the layers of innocence and freedom singed straight through a city of skeletons driving kids to soccer practice in the safest Volvo money can buy but their skin…
Falling in love is having a secret that only the two of you share An inside joke A smile across a crowded room Holding hands on a Ferris wheel Laughing about the whole affair *** This is the ninth poem…
When I was a child I didn’t share the same dream of being a cowboy that my friends did. Which makes it surprising that lately, I wake up each morning and don chaps before coffee. The teenage heart…
We are born as pure as we’ll ever be. Angels, really. Full of light. But as we grow into the real world, with its lure of fame and gold, we begin to accumulate the kind of darkness that suffocates light…
Taking a moment to be in it, as nasty squalls are due. Stroking an old dog who’s ridden a storm, but still doesn’t breathe ’till they’re through. *** This is the sixth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to…
