Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Well, hello there old geezer! I hope you’re somewhat sane and still alive 20 years from now so you can fully absorb every word of this letter. Otherwise, someone will translate it into small, bite-sized pieces so your senile, rickety old mind can understand it. If you’re already dead, a Read more
Come, fall upon me like rain from tumultuous clouds and wash the filth and grime of all the years passed… where I was hunted and haunted by nasty demons from the deepest depths of hell. Coming in contact with them has marred not only my body but the soul within… Read more
magic tricks glisten with tears wishing on faraway dreams dancing with angels of reality singing songs of redemption for only the deaf to hear blind because of the truth there is no such wisdom in this realm of impossibility salvation comes in secret slices whispers, slate grey tinged with frost Read more
(for the Goddess & Kay) The scent of cinnamon, brown sugar, & sweet butter slide up my nostrils like an entire childhood. It is the closest thing to heaven I can think of. I disappear into high school days, God searching days, free verse days. I disappear on my old Read more
Each morning as you approach an enclosed area, you are greeted by sounds that are best described as clucking. Once inside, you are met with a flurry of activity. You detect some of the inhabitants clustered around one area, intensely admiring the new plumage of one of their companions. While Read more
Death puts you on the outside. It keeps you strangled in the dark… locked inside a room too small for your body. Death slaps duck tape over your mouth – 10 pieces of silver, dull duck tape over your mouth so that you can’t breathe and no one can hear Read more
It will cost twenty-five BILLION dollars to build a wall between America and Mexico. Instantly, several issues pop into my mind. Money. Social impact. Security. Money. I mean, it’s not like building a fence between your property and your neighbors and splitting the bill. Mexico will not pay, which only Read more
My mother’s hair was high in the sixties, beehive style. A social climber, she secured invitations to every ritzy Reagan-Republican-Beverly-Hills-circle-of-influence affair. Hearing about a party to which she had not been invited, she’d find a way to run into the host at the market or feign a reason to call. Read more