Please do forgive me,I’m a worm in space,caught amongst the stars,the void is my place.I do therefore say,with much sad regret,it was by mistake,your ship, I digest.
Category: Poetry
Choose Your Own Murderer
I’m excited to introduce a new idea, so let’s see how this goes! I want to tell a “Choose Your Own Adventure” story with you, my reader. Except in this version, it will be a “Choose Your Own Murderer” story. How it works: Every couple of weeks (or as often as I can manage), I will…
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Creature in Crocs
A Shel Silverstein-inspired poem about a weird creature who likes to wear crocs.
Where Did Grandpa’s Hair Go?
A short poem about a grandkid wondering why grandpa is bald.
That’s That
A short poem about superstition.
Beneath the Waves
A ship to sail
upon the sea,
with wind, be caught
and follow thee…
Dig
If idyllic plots areplots of land andhouses built onsinking sand arenot as good aswalls of stoneand timber fallsbut castles stand(except for thosewhose walls are sand)then I might sleepquite sweet tonightwhere down six feetI’ll dig my site
Wilt
Wilt, oh petal,
breathe no more
of sun and sky
and cease your chore
to branch and leaf
in cloudless sky,
to mark a stone
in black to cry.
Song of the Storm
Storm of winter
clouds of night,
break o’er the crashing
waves of fright
and bring the cleansing
rains of tide
to waken us
in sleeping, hide.