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The Back Story

Back in grade 2 there was this other boy in class He had made the fist in such a way as to have one knuckle protruding out further than the other 3, and the thumb packing them all in tight. He said something about me and him, outside, and I was dead ☠️. Now what…

Silt drifts steadily downward over the course of time Layer, by imperceptible layer Covering those relics of sunken hopes and dreams Covering over hurts and wounds Some days, my mind drifts back in time, for one reason or another Peering down from high up amid the surface waves of the now present future’s bliss I…

I’m finding analogies and word pictures are merely facets of the whole. None suffice on their own to describe the dynamics of human experience. I was delighted to get this response from someone I’d written to. One thing about poetry is the effort to allow the indescribable part to remain while being able to truly…

Suno Version In Grade 9 Wait, I should probably mention grade 7, I was bulliedI think maybe it was something that I said, I just remember:He grabbed me by the throatLifted me off the ground, andTold me that I was deadI broke free, I guess, somehow, and ran to the teacherMy parents pulled me from…

Every once in a while I feel this empty, nothing-more-to-give feeling A thought comes into my head: Just hide away Wait and see if anyone notices you’re gone This can often last up to half an hour

Imagine going shopping, and you’re hungryYou push along through the aisles with your shopping cartAs you see something that so moves you, it’s placed in the cart When you get to the check out, you realize that you are going to have to explain what you’ve bought to the wife, and so, lots of things…

Let’s waste time togetherNo agendaNo purposeSpeaking from the heartMusing in the silenceOne of us speaks, both listenGood listenersHearing one another’s hearts Approaching soul truth “on the slant” through the use of third things helps create a circle of trust. But we make or break that circle by the way we speak, listen, and respond to…

I’m still struggling with the question, “who will listen to me?” Poetry is the language of the heart. But it isn’t written with the purpose being to write a poem. Sometimes in my writing I have begun with “I have a picture in my mind” because I actually do have a picture not words. The…

Remembering all the soldiers who fought in the war. Sad that they died Poppies Canadian, true North and Strong (The Canadian Anthem) I think I would really like to meet my relatives. A soldier comes from the heartA soldier is a soldier He is Jesus, fighting against the devil A soldier is brave, strong, willing…