Day 143: Lonely Carnival

My bride and I have been in Houston for the past few days visiting family and getting some things done. We’ve passed this empty carnival by West Oaks Mall a couple of times, the rides all going, but the carnival and parking lot completely devoid of people. Got me thinking and inspired today’s poem.

Not feeling that it’s one of my stronger works. What are your thoughts?

Lonely Carnival

Day 143: How Do I Fly?

It’s been one crazy week. A lot of tough learning, a lot of picking back up, and a lot of being pulled in multiple directions. It’s times like these that all we can do is pick one and go for it.

How Do I Fly?