#PoetrySunday - 8/23/20
Fight among yourselves, if you must.
On Ego and Striving for Success.
And I guess I wish I could just roll over and bliss out for the rest of my life - happy with just being here, now. Happy and contented with whatever I have. But the urge to do more, be more and have some kind of worldly measure of success is so powerful it's impossible to ignore.
[#microfiction] - Week 32
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He was bigger than she was, but one should never underestimate the wrath of a new mother. That much he knew.
[#microfiction] - Week 30
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Lately she had been thinking about how it would be only a few years before he left home. It made everything he did or said these days seem interesting and important.
#PoetrySunday - 7/26/20
My music has a gray and gritty sound.
You're Perfect.
What if I told you that you are 100% perfect the way you are right now? It's a radical thought, especially in a society that prides itself on meritocracy. But it's true.
#PoetrySunday - 7/12/20
Was there a gaping hole up there somewhere?A void where this piece of sky no longer perched?
[#microfiction] - Week 28
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They all seemed busy, preoccupied. But he knew they were watching him. Without a moment's notice any one of them could turn and attack.
We're all MAD.
And so it goes. Each nation, each party, each person maintaining an arsenal and a defensive posture, assuring ourselves that it's because 'the other side' does it.
#PoetrySunday - 7/5/20
HAIKU: REBELLE
[#microfiction] - Week 27
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Feet dangling, he balanced himself gingerly while waiting for the fire truck to pass.
Being, Still.
Underneath it all, we know what needs to be done. We just keep ignoring it and pretending that work isn't there.