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

by | Oct 13, 2018 | Poetry

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

by | Sep 2, 2018 | Poetry

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...

Once I Was; Once I Was

by | Sep 2, 2018 | Poetry

Once I Was; Once I Was Once I was a toddlerwhose chubby little handsdelivered all they could carryto a mouth never closed.Once I was a boywho ran through the fieldsand caught all who were notfast enough to safely flee.Once I was a studentwho devoured words and...

Thoughts at Midnight

by | May 10, 2018 | Poetry

Thoughts at Midnight There comes a time when the young man becomes oldand stops, shakes his head and wondershow did I get here?Which turn brought me here from myriads of directions, hundreds of thousands of stepsthat lead to and frothen back again? He stands alone...

Oh, But I Had to Stop Singing

by | Feb 8, 2018 | Poetry

         Oh, But I Had to Stop Singing Of course, things are differentas I knew they would bebut, you know, “that’s life” as they all say. I’d like to say that everything is okayand not a big deal but I’d hate to lie.Well, maybe...

I Didn’t Leave a Thing

by | Jan 25, 2018 | Poetry

          I Didn’t Leave A Thing I didn’t leave anything in Newsomeexcept memories of some who have been gone for years and years. I didn’t leave much in Dallaswhere, these days, I hate to returnto concrete, cars, and too many peoplewho...