Why does love feel so conditional?Why do I seek others’ approval in their wordsAnd their tones?What wired me this way?Why can’t I just be myself?Yet what would that look like?Who or what is the real me?Is it too late for him to appear?Or have I been permanently destinedTo be this puppetControlled by strings of acceptance?If… Read More Conditional

Your voice is annoyingYour rhetoric is annoyingYour ego is annoyingHow can people continue to supportSuch an arrogant ass-hole?And just ignore the truth?Promises, promises, promises brokenFailed business venturesYet they fall in lineYou liken yourself to ChristYou portray yourself as a modern-day saviorYet you shit on the peopleWill there be a recovery?From what you have done?Or will… Read More AnNoYiNg

Two suspects exist – Two medium-sized fishThe season started with an assortment of large and medium aquatic vertebratesOne by one, the large expiredNone with wounds or traumaWhen they had all floated to the topThe mediums began to disappearWe purchased some smallsTo repopulate the pondSoon, 7 of 10 had gone to heavenLeaving 3 littles and the… Read More One of My Goldfish is a Serial Killer

Life should be full of adventureIt is what keeps the mind youngStimulation, exposure, awe, and wonderWill keep the grey cells firingYet life often fills with the mundaneThe same ole same ole day after dayFresh, new exposure sparks lifeBut what was the last first you had?I rack my brain and try to thinkOf something new, something… Read More Last First

My parents were a June-December romanceDad had three other childrenThis put me in a position of havingNieces and nephews near my ageMy brother’s children were little monstersDestruction and terror reigned in their livesIdle threats lingered as punishmentsMy sister’s children were to be religious zealotsGoodness and love were to control all they didThey never spared the… Read More My Parents

Life is full of firstsAnd these may be the moments that shapeThe rest of our lives.First friend – Mike Lynn, whatever happened to him? They moved away.First love – Kirstie, and still isFirst LP bought – Johnny Cash, Folsom Prison, so coolFirst foreign trip – Sarnia, “Hey, I’ve been to Canada!”First job – Radiator shop,… Read More Firsts

While putting down the road The other dayI glanced at the wheel And did a double-takeI was shocked at what I saw Somewhat dazed and confusedI almost pulled over To check this out betterI mean, just whose hands were these? There was no recognitionOld age spots? Wrinkles?They didn’t seem familiar Who was driving my truck?2026

Who do I admire?Who do I uphold with reverence?Whose example do I look to?Who can I quote the most?Vonnegut – Great flowing wordsSteinbek – Stores that are rawWalter Ruether – Fair payJoe Hill – Martyr for the peopleMy DadWork EthicCaring for othersMy Dad2026

My first car was a cool 72 Chevy Nova2-door with rally wheelsBurnt Orange and black interior350 V-8, automatic, 4-barrel carb.More car than a teenager needed.Fast, not as fast as some, but whoaShe was dubbed Tequila SunriseA tropical sunrise adorned her trunk.8-track player? CheckCB Radio? CheckCustom afghan in the back seat? CheckCustom pillows, too? ChackIn those… Read More First Car

Watching the world hateSeeing it attack itselfNo care given to kindnessI often wonder howWe can tolerate this hurtContinue to function neverthelessI try my best to do goodTo show love and concernYet even I often failI try to instill in my mindAn image of my fatherAt the super table.Waiting patientlyFor everyone to have their fill beforeDishing… Read More Profound Kindness