Nothing’s Growing

Why do they do that? Cut everything down? They want to be in charge. Kill it all so they can decide what is allowed to grow. But nothing’s growing. No. Nothing is.

You Never Learn

It won’t be the monsters you can see. It will be indiscernible, desiccating. So subtle, you notice too late; stuck in the pot that slowly boiled. With you too spent to escape. It will be like you and me. Full of life and love and possibility. Full of promise and buried expectation. So much light, […]

– Poem 5 – Someone Else’s Secret

Something that’s available to everyone must not be very good. I could kill us all and never have to say goodbye. Ignore me. It’s just the wine talking. Don’t worry. Grow Be free Mighty 5 … in fifty minutes Workshop Margaret Pettis Poem 5: Goal to build on someone else’s secret

The Purpose of Should

An afterthought SHOULD HAVE A driving force for unrelenting guilt SHOULD HAVE shame SHOULD HAVE sorrow SHOULD HAVE SHOULD Say it enough and it’s meaningless Say it enough and it ceases to be Notions for when it’s too late to change When the results are in And everyone you love is gone When there’s nothing […]

Desire

We have unfinished business, you and I.

Peeling Your Victims 101

The trick to removing each section is allowing yourself to relax. Remember, settling to a decent rhythm allows the skin to maintain its shape and the face its final expression. Word count: 30 – HORROR Edition 10

Hypocrisy

It sounded simple in theory. You telling me not to give money to people because I’m perpetuating, supporting addictions. But, I take issue. Call bullshit. You’ve also said, “Get healthcare. Cellphones. Walls.” STOP. Your stereotypes suck. Your agenda transparent. Word count: 39 Edition 8

A Story Where

A story where I write about you, but you’re covered in changes. With enough rearranges, That someone could believe, At least, a bit more than me. A story where I write about you, but as tiny rabbit. Hit by a car, truck, or train. And all I can see is the skewed View from the […]

– Poem 4 – Gloves

Long thin tail, dark corner Lift the cardboard Small rat, not moving Muddled brown Frown at swarming flies and accompanying smell Death reigns, dried blood Burnt sienna Plastic shopping bag glove Grip on the rat Slough of skin, plop of muscle nut-brown New glove: Tawny rat puppet Poem 4: Focuses on repeating a single color […]

Sweetie Pie

Can you believe it? A perfect little fluff ball all curled up, purring in my lap. She’s the most wonderful, soft, cuddly, tiny sweetheart ever. Such a good Kitty. Hey, let me see her! It’s my turn! No, stop. Let go! Ow! Bad Kitty! Mom! Girls. Calm down. Kitties can be both. Good and bad […]