This is for John and Mary and the rest of my poetry group.
Come and listen to my story about… The Oscars got turned upside down I’d like to tell you a story, sit… About how I slapped Chris Rock t… In a Bel Air mansion I was TV r…
I used to hate poetry back in high school because I could never understand any of it and I didn’t want my teachers
“Obrigado” is All the Portuguese I know But it is enough. I might never come back here But I’ll sure jump at the chance.
Sweet Home Chicago The birthplace of the new pope Who saw that coming?
He rages, seethes, intimidates to keep the world on edge. His social feed, it dominates and serves to drive a wedge. He makes his opponents cower,
“Facilitation” Is not going to happen— The crisis is here
The path of life is never smooth, or direct, or free from detours
I’m still very angry with those who stole my catalytic converter in late February. But the money
It’s just a kiss or a shot Leading us to love or war. Which do you prefer? And what are you doing to get there?
Billowing clouds swirl below While a pale yellow sunlight fringes the horizon. The fury of last night’s storms Upended our travel plans
“No person is above the law.” Either we believe that or we don’t… We’ll soon find out which one it i…
The next time you’re gardening upon your lovely terrace make sure to keep a lookout for the Phyllophaga Harris. More commonly known as a Junebug
Since April is National Poetry M… (#NationalPoetryMonth) perhaps this is the best time for writing Zip Odes to release my creative impulses.
“Feels like” temperatures Don’t make too much difference On a day like this
Their dad was taking them to Disn… Because he loved them so much And wanted to make them happy. But when that morning arrived And the plane was waiting for them…
