[tabby title="Poem"] The prickles of the cactusare for protection, not inspection.The cactus doesn't need a No Trespassing sign–experience is the best teacher. Look, but don't touch.What if the cactus struck blindanyone who took a peek at it?Be thankful that's not...

[tabby title="Poem"] Wherever I go I'm always halfway there.Whatever I do is always halfway done. That's why I'm impeding your progress.I'm not a contender. I'm not in the race. Whenever there's an issue I'm always in the middle–which infuriates everyone...

[tabby title="Poem"] I've been counting the days,like a prisoner in a cellscratching hash marks on the wall. I've been wondering what's out there,imagining all sorts of things,and my mind has run away. My mind left mebefore I even had a...

[tabby title="Poem"] You have nothing to blame but circumstancefor taking this path into the woodsand over a twilight bridge that spansthe abyss between the flesh and the blood. And what did you see when you lingered there,not knowing how things...

[tabby title="Poem"] “The dove of love fell off the perch.” John Prine I surrender—hold your fire,I come in peace! The bullets drop in the thin air,the storm clouds dissipate,and the sun! the sun! beams the glory of the day. Victory...