Poetry 57-58 - Mother and Father

Before I wandered too far
into the night sky,
there was you.

And after that sky devoured my soul
and after it spat it out - 

mangled like the kitten

who dared share food with the dog,

there was you.

Thanks, Mom.

-

You did not follow me down

all those sketchy roads.

No, and that's okay - 

you stayed

and made sure in the end
I would still have a home.

When I drove through walls

and into lives

undeserving of devastation - 

you were there

to pull me out of the wreck.

Thanks, Dad.

Poetry 56 - The Medicine

Sometimes,
the medicine tastes like
muffled screaming.

And others,
more like
the first sip
after a long thirst.

Poetry 55 - Keep the Scraps

If everyone kept the paint
that peels from their walls,
they could turn rooms
into rainbows.

Poetry 54 - Gentle Apathy

I spotted it land its funny little body on my left arm.
Innocent black wings,
and I did nothing.
And I will always remember
when I let that wasp sting me.

"Thank you," I said,
"for allowing me to feel so profoundly."

Poetry 53 - Resolve

And so the pain dissipated.
That deafening shriek
shrunk to an echo.

Poetry 52 - The First Night

The first night without you,
I woke up twice.
"Nightmares...
these are new."

I had no clue what terrible things my mind could draw

if it only had a muse.

Poetry 51 - Smoking in Your Home

There is no more spark
in our voices, our hearts when we talk.
And the future is an individual dream -
In it, us, we will never see.

I know that you did the best you could,
and I know that I derailed the last train
that may have brought you home.

It's been six days since the incident,
but it had long been an antiquated fire
by the time our home fell to dust.

You doused it.
You bought gallons upon gallons of gasoline,
left it there and abandoned its predisposed destructiveness-

yet I would not stop smoking in the house.

Project #1 - Education Blog

My latest project is a blog that follows changes and proposed changes to public education over the first 100 days of this new administration. Despite its title, the focus of this blog is has an infinitely finer focus on Congress.

trump100.blogspot.com