June 3 2020: Untitled

Shared an idea with my bride this morning and her feedback might have broken my brain. I love this woman. Can’t think of a good title. See aforementioned comment about broken brain.

June 1 2020: We Are Ill

I am not a political person. I barely pay attention to the news. When my mind and imagination aren’t allowed to wander they are directed at the things immediately around me. I am, by and large, oblivious to the world around me. I am privileged to be able to be that way.

This poem is not one of my best examples of wordsmithing and the subject matter is not intended to be inflammatory. I want it to make us think. I want it to make us feel. I want it to compel us to open our eyes. Because we are not well right now as a nation, as one people under God, and we really need to examine why and think about how we can all be better.

May 29 2020: Waiting

There I always something profoundly sad bout dogs in clinics and shelters. Perhaps because on some level we can all relate.

As an aside, the dog in the photo is from the clinic I work at and he is not snarling—he had an accident a while back and that old injury isn’t why he was visiting. He was simply so striking that I couldn’t resist taking a picture and that one in particular ended up matching so well with today’s poem that I had to use it.

Day 309: The Secret of Sharks

Feeling slightly Seussical this morning and reflecting on a lesson that I recently relearned.

The Secret of Sharks

Day 302: Monster Night

Happy Halloween my fellow beasties…

Monster Night

Day 287: Changes

Change is inevitable and several are occurring right now in my life. All good to be sure. But change is not something we as human beings are particularly good at embracing, is it? Thinking on that this morning.

Changes

Day 284: Fallen; Day 285: Full Deck

Didn’t post yesterday’s poem so it’s joining today’s. On Saturday our friend and neighbor, a US veteran, had to put to sleep his service dog. She had cancer and couldn’t eat anymore. This one’s for them.

Fallen

And today’s poem is me venting. I’m sure every writer or creative feels from time to time that they’re not playing with a full deck…

Full Deck

Day 139: Exhumed

Was sick yesterday and watched a lot of crime shows when I wasn’t passed out. Between that and Halloween coming up this poem is the result…

Exhumed

Day 256 & Day 257: Iron Sharpens Iron, Backroads

Another two-for-one deal today. Yesterday’s poem was inspired by an offhanded text message my bride sent. Today’s by a conversation about traveling I had with my parents.

Iron Sharpens Iron

Backroads

Day 255: Full Moon on Friday the Thirteenth

Today is Friday the Thirteenth. It’s also a full moon. Brace for the crazy.

Full Moon on Friday the Thirteenth