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  • Middle School Slam

    Imagine I am middle schoolish(or if you prefer, you can call it Jr. High)And I am at a poetry slam I might be brave enough to risk looking foolishI might be quiet and quite shyPerhaps that’s who I am Or I am popular and …

  • Not For Profit

    (with apologies to notforprophet) Private school and private collegeAnd then they go and work for causeWith just enough to liveAgainst return stands prophet’s hedgeOpposing world’s unwritten lawsThat gain must shower thr…

  • Say Can't

    I am both parent and child to myself. Unhappy.And unhappy that my child is unhappy. I want to beLike when I was a childI dreamed I would be I want to start overForm a different practiceBridge the then and now with happy…

  • The Writer

    In the corner silently speakingPeering past the panel toward outsideI lose myself in relative darkness I see the ladies, through my mind’s eye, peekingCute and careful, beaming bridesSmiles slide down their dresses. The …

  • Wisdom and Poetry (and conceit)

    Our job in raising kids Is to teach them to be adults.That’s why so many adults Treat each other like children.And here’s a good poem for Kyle because he said there wasn’t much good poetry on xanga A Jew, a Christian and…

  • The Journey

    It sets in like the sundownDarkness, fresh air and cricketsIf only it would lastIt’s when nothing needs to get doneIt’s when I can sleep even though I don’tBecause I don’t want tomorrow to comeIt’s the grief over not doi…

  • Make it Rhyme

    I didn't write at all last night I didn't run not this mornun. didn't drink caffeine Not at all since Halloween actually it is day four and my throat is feeling sore but if I knew it was just a symptom Of my coffee bean …

  • What We BelieveIt is interesting to hear people talk about what they believe, and what they say did sheA kin full of views, we are, so varied and so full of diversityThat I don’t often talk about my own views of God and …

  • I haven’t forgottenWhat if feels like to stay over at my grandma’s houseTo stay up and watch tvAnd sleep on the couchI haven’t forgottenWhat if feels like to be lovedThe way that only a child isHow can one notLove that i…

  • SecretsLament the restless heart who “wants” to be For he will not become nor find his freedom Worlds won’t know the soul he holds for ransom Loosed, but by society’s decree To know him, first, must all parents agree Tha…

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