Florida was my home for 18 years. In a way, it will always be my home. So much of who I am today was formed in the Sunshine State, albeit from the shadows as I am not really found of heat or sun. Yes, I did willingly move to Florida but until you live here you don't understand how oppressive the sun is. It never really stops trying to scorch the invaders so it can go back to being a happy mosquito infested swamp. We all have our glory days, and Florida misses when its very nature repelled development.
Up with the throbbing head again No wine to blame stumbled out the door into the world locking myself out meandered my way back in set to work putting things here and there walked the dog recycling to the bin errands ran dishes to the sink clothes to the hamper litter to the bin walked … Continue reading The Day with Verbs
You are something Unique in the universe Something valuable There is truth in this Believe or not believe You are something more than you and blessed in the universe.
The day began with insomnia drifted into lateness and fell into despair One found dead, the news feed reads the reaper's prize at last sorrows grips friends still other silent cheer the end of the road two kids in a doctor's office sick with the flu two strangers cling to life victims of happenstance … Continue reading The Good with the Bad
Every nine weeks, my students write a new I-Am poem to help build their writing portfolio and so they can see how they changed over the course of the year. It is interesting to read them because often times even though they know that their poems will be read by me they confess little truths … Continue reading Writing Exercise – I am Poem #1
Turn Back Now Don't hesitate A Trap Lies Ahead Adulthood is filled with all the things you want and not enough time or money to do them Paying all your bills becomes the greatest thrill
Wacky or Tacky with your little Hitler hair cut and your 99 cent discount attitude What you want to do What you want is somehow always at the cost of what others need.
Stop the madness the relentless drive to be comfortable there is no comfort no lasting bit of piece no moment that will take away all the time spent being abused by myself or others so many of the scars inflicted upon our souls are self-inflicted Stop the madness do more with less and give up … Continue reading A poem without a name
blinded by smoke scored by the heat nothing but the most bitter fruit left to eat nothing left but to fight to fight to die and maybe then be heard or be seen on CNN and misunderstood still better than do nothin' being the big man's punk and doing my time in the oligarch's machine … Continue reading Blinded
Stuff knowledge into their heads cramp it in there until their eyes beg you to stop plead with you to let them up for air then review, review and review some more because they have to know it they have to know it all and then stuff some more into their head Make sure they … Continue reading Testing Cycle