As those that know me best can attest, I have a nasty temper that shields my soft heart. I know I have a poets heart, I’m genuinely all gooey on the inside. I wrote this poem in a prayer form as a meditation. I hope the words convey the sentiment. I pray we can all seek peace over violence. If I give my heart without expectations, I give my heart seeking peace and understanding, If I share kindness without reservation, I share kindness, seeking peace and Continue Reading
Dead Stare – a poem
Let me explain this poem - a friend recommended my next novel might be about mental health issues that have bloomed from the pandemic’s impact and the significant spike in domestic violence and abuse. I noticed this photo from a software I use for a variety of reasons. It’s a subtle photo, but if you examine it closely you’ll note the woman’s unfocused gaze. I’ve seen the same gaze staring back at me in the mirror. PTSD and a raft of other mental issues will emerge once this Continue Reading
The Land & The Sea
His feet rested within the sand’s comfort at the intersection of the land and sea,Alone to search the water’s horizon as the yellow sun descended from his relative view,Soon dark nighttime would come for him within the humidity and late summer warmth,Darkness comforted him, the invisible winds enraptured him,He preferred to remain hidden from the passerby,Unwilling and uninterested in exchanging pleasantries with a stranger as frothy white waves came and went,He was alone again; they had settled Continue Reading
What I Think … I Hope Someday
The photo I shared I snapped with my smartphone many years ago. It captured my deceased King Charles Cavalier, Pink Petunia, gnawing on my ex-wife’s fancy lady shoes and scarves. In my martial journey, I learned a great deal about women’s apparel. The big takeaway being a single word, expensive. So, as you might imagine, at the time, I was angry with Pinky for almost destroying the merchandise. Unfortunately, I have a nasty temper. And I barked down at this Continue Reading
Jen’s Poem
I’m walking in silence, It’s a simple ritual I do, Every morning before the sun wakes up, It’s something that I do, I’m walking in silence, I’ll share with you what I see, It’s a simple thing to take photos from my mobile phone of what’s close by me, So, magically, I can let you see what I see, I’m walking in silence, There are other human and canine shadows nearby me, Moving their bodies through the dense St. Petersburg humidity, I am thankful to live Continue Reading
Black Lives Matter
Several years ago a friend pointed out to me that if you are of African American linage, you don’t have a specific country to point to your heritage; you have a continent. A genetic test off the internet might give you a region, but it’s still quite non-specific. Am I European American? Not likely, I’d say I’m Irish, Scottish or part German American. Do you have any old black and white ancestral photos hidden inside a genealogy book? I am quite aware, thanks to my friend who was ‘black’ Continue Reading
A Shared Anxiety
If the last months have taught me anything, it is that I’m human, and I’m afraid. Where is my life journey taking me? I don’t know anymore. I lack total control; it scares me. I think it is like a singular, exposed raw nerve frayed to the point my root ends like beaten down white threads begging to attach to certainty. I float helplessly, taken by the ocean’s tides and currents. Give me some hope? Please. I’m tired. I don’t want to care about anyone or Continue Reading
Serenity
As the yellow sun gazes through the fading blue-gray clouds, The dark waters smooth and still, A breathless snapshot as the dark night gives way, As a warm serenity hugs me, I accept my place in the new day. NS Continue Reading
I’m Kind Of, A Big Deal
“Have an opening for a single?” I said. The young, dark-haired assistant golf professional separated from me by a square plastic barrier. He wore a greenish healthcare worker mask. The pro shop appeared like every golf pro shop scattered across planet earth with copious glove, golf balls, and hats, shirts emblazoned with the club logo available for a quick sale. Outside the long horizontal windows the green grass course active with golfers driving white battery powered carts Continue Reading
A Conversation
I have decided to write a series of short stories. I have no idea what will follow or what I’ll create. I hope my friends will forgive me for my creative process and that they ‘might’ become sort of like literary characters. (Maybe) Also, I took off the self imposed expletive filter and I’ll let my thoughts roam free without reservation. This one is about a miscommunication between an older man and a younger woman. The dynamic is classic. Think about it, have you ever liked someone even Continue Reading
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