Contrasts of a Confection

During my poetry class, we were given an assignment to write two contrasting poems about the same substance. One of the poems was to be completely literal. No figurative language was allowed in that poem. For that assignment, I penned a poem called, "Rootbeer Barrels." The second part of that assignment was a bit more... Continue Reading →

Define Me: An Original Poem

Don't define meBy the actions ofThose I’vesurvived Don’t define meBy those whoWould have medeprived Don't define meBy the peopleWho pushed meDown Don't define meBy the fat thatHides mesurrounds Don't define meBy the actionsMy body can notPerform Don’t define meBy the actionsYou think are theNorm Don't define meBy the tearsYou don't watchMe cry Don’t define meWhen... Continue Reading →

Homeless NOT Hopeless

Quick Rewind In my previous post, Transient in Trump's America, I briefly gave you a glimpse into a few of my choices and my current circumstance. The feedback I received was generally positive except for some highly charged opinions about my choice of title. Apparently it is okay to write about being a transient as... Continue Reading →

Standing Up to Live

... a friend asked me if I had ever tried marijuana for my pain...

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