1993-2024: a poem

Now I was born on an August Saturday morn’ in 1993The doctor who delivered me, funnily enough,was named John Kennedy, that must be toughSharing that name with that man I was over ten pounds at my birth,made crying sounds my first day on EarthMy older brother, who was learning to spell,called me “P-I-G”The insult fellContinue reading “1993-2024: a poem”

Wandering: a poem

Nine billion people wand’ring aroundSearching for answers that can’t be foundDoes it ever start to make any sense?Should we just throw away the whole pretense? Nine million species throughout the biosphereYet only one questioning why it’s hereDid something go wrong?

A Dog and Its Vomit: a short story

Jack placed the pen down on the desk and started his day. Sunlight poked through the window as he opened the refrigerator. He pulled out the carton and cracked two eggs into a small bowl. He yawned and beat the yolks. His hands moved without much thought. Oil in the pan, little butter, eggs inContinue reading “A Dog and Its Vomit: a short story”

Final Pages: a poem

Taking shelter at the bus stopBitter rain pouring downStreaking glass Pull the novel from my backpackReading final pagesMinutes pass Characters say their last goodbyesFallen brothers buriedHeartbreak stirs Story finished, and so am IBus arrives, pay my fareEngine purrs

The Leap: a short story

The Leap or: Propelling the Digital HQ into the Synergized and Optimized World of Future Commerce Solutions and Customer Success: Story of a Regional Executive Assistant Marketing Manager of Brand Development Ambassador Associates Nolan reached into his cupboard to retrieve a box of cereal. The box featured a cartoon tiger who claimed that the flakesContinue reading “The Leap: a short story”

Simple Scene: a poem

How pretty does the swan appearDrifting down the pondHow strongly do the hearts endearAll God’s creatures bond How proudly does the tree prevailDay, night, and seasonHow softly does my mind exhaleNo thoughts, no reason How quickly does the rain crash downPeople heading homeHow slowly walking into townThrough wet streets I roam

Random Rush: a poem

Thank God I’ve never been diagnosedWith that weird bipolar thingCourse I behave the same as mostEveryone gets that fuzzy feelingOn the top of their brainWhen they’re feeling goodCan’t even remember painAnd even if I could,I don’t think I’d stopListenin’ to those same old groovesClassic rock, funk, and popYou know I still got the movesSome ofContinue reading “Random Rush: a poem”

Whatever Time It Is: a poem

I’m exhaustedI’m comfortableI’m free from aches and pains The air is coolThe room is darkThe bed is cozy Yet Sleep eludes meHiding in some crack in the wallLike the pest it always is