The Only Part of Christmas That I Remember

           The Only Part of Christmas That I Remember These dayseven this early in Novemberyou can’t escape the Christmas seasonthat seems to start earlier each year.Not my time of yearand that’s for sure.It hasn’t...

Maybe Home is Calling My Name

Maybe Home is Calling My Name In the never-ending search for homeI still can’t find it.Not the physical placenor some spiritual planeor feeling that wraps its arms around me.Moving here and theredidn’t bring me where there was any hopeof home.Even moving back to where...

The Next Thing You Hear of Me Will Be That I Died

The Next Thing You Hear of Me Will Be That I Died More than milesor months, days, and even yearsapart.How or why really doesn’t matter now.It is one of those thingsthat just is.Maybe you think of menow and then.On my birthday, perhaps,or when one of those songs...

I Used to Pray There Was Indeed a Devil

I Used to Pray There Was Indeed a Devil I used to praythere was indeed a devil.For otherwisewho would punish mefor my unforgivable sins?The ones I flail myselfeach dayeach nightfor more time than anyonewould believe.Ah. Then I rememberchildish laughter and...