A Come-Hell-or-High-Water Positivity

CLICK HERE for an introduction and read-aloud of this poem Holding, tightly, to his glad-to-be-alives, Managing, rightly, his ability to thrive, Draining unsightly veins that will survive, Preserving gratitude with his own formaldehyde. He's a walking, talking you-can't-bring-me-down, With a stitched-on, smile-glued face without a frown, Whose sadness was murdered by a frozen-grinned clown And...

Possession

To speak about and bring to light some things about myself, I can tell you that, in some small ways, one in particular, I can relate to the great Edgar Allan Poe.  (My intellect will not ever match his, not even by half, so, please, don't think me arrogant in the slightest.)  He and I...

One Skewered Eyeball is More than Plenty

Round about the cauldron go In the poisoned thoughts you throw. Revenge is on your wounded mind, Frustration with him hath made you blind. You conjure some unkindness anew, Just like the ugliness that he spewed, Backlash he earned of nightly mare For fair is foul and foul is fair. Perfectly gathered ingredients poured, In...

Josephine & Jordyn

Saturday, June 16, 1816 Dear Diary, Never has there been a more delighted girl than me.  This morning, shortly after I’d given the chickens their morning feed, Father told me he needed to speak with me.  He then surprised me with this heavenly, leather-bound diary!  My olfactory sense leapt when opening its crisply fresh pages....