“A Taste of Armageddon” – Day 28 of National Poetry Month

If it had to be, then I had to do it. It forced me. It made itself to be. Of course, I did it. If there was no other way, then this was the best way. It had to be. Nothing else would do. Of course. Things happen. All things happen. This one thing happens. … Continue reading “A Taste of Armageddon” – Day 28 of National Poetry Month →

“The Party” – Day 22 of National Poetry Month

A wheel of cheese, a cellar full of wine A seat with my name specially arranged To reach my favorite dishes and to see The host when toasts and blessing are exchanged By uninvited invitation called Though inconvenient, all appointments changed With no one quite themselves as they arrived To feast a host we knew … Continue reading “The Party” – Day 22 of National Poetry Month →

“Effort” – Day 21 of National Poetry Month

I thank I thank Everyone For everything I thank I thank Everyone For everything I thank For everyone Everything One thing Every thank I thank I thank Everything April 21st, 2019

“Secrets” – Day 15 of National Poetry Month

Among the apologies that we printed And triple-checked for spelling errors Before circulating into the waiting rooms of social hypochondriacs I slipped the secrets of the universe Encoded by some summer-movie logic And randomly dipped in honey To be skimmed over To remain frustrations I stamped my vulnerability and sealed confession to it I delivered … Continue reading “Secrets” – Day 15 of National Poetry Month →

“Lunch” – Day 13 of National Poetry Month

I raised my hand And on the fork the chicken Smelled like fancy mustard And the sky outside the window was pleasant And the existence of God was in dispute And a war continued And the restaurant played decent music And I enjoyed my food So repeated the process Simultaneously mundane and absurd, I think … Continue reading “Lunch” – Day 13 of National Poetry Month →

“However Many” – Day 7 of National Poetry Month

However many years without a way to feel We’ll be alright However many years without That guiding light Morning after morning, here I cry Another day, another try However many nights of failing There’s always more However many people hurt There will still be more Morning after morning turns to night And forgiveness passes by … Continue reading “However Many” – Day 7 of National Poetry Month →