a Poem She never drove a car. She would walk and walk the distance no matter how far. Her wrists were dented from| bags she carried for miles, but she never lamented, nor did she cry. I remember this well, the buzzing inner city street, as my brother and I straggled along…

This is a true story. I died on 9th Street and St. Clair. Please let me tell you how I got there. Raised in poverty of an immigrant pair, I was one of ten children with not much to share. By day Papa worked hard but by night drank like…

The Unborn Although you couldn’t see me, you never questioned that I was there. Consumed by my future became your daily care. The first trimester began with a bang. All your plans you rearranged. You made me so happy, that first day you kicked in gear — you resolved to be…

Micropoetry The wisdom of old… Stop reaching for the rainbow when you’re standing on a pot of gold. Author’s note: Sometimes we just have to slow down and look at what we already have…NOT WHAT WE DON’T HAVE. Happiness is right in front of us. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you for reading! May you also enjoy what I call “Life Poetry” at my website, Tidbits…

Poetry Tidbits, Silly and Fun, Short Stories — Well, it’s that time of the week again… This is Shorts #12 (or short stories and/or poems). If you haven’t read my explanation in Shorts #1–11, I will explain. I started writing short thoughts, some poetry, in response to the #vss365 prompts on Twitter. I love writing these every day…

We’re Not Talking About Guns — Give me a straight- shooter any day. A person who gets to the point right away. A straight-shooter, no double-talk. A person who says what he means, and means what he says. A straight-shooter doesn’t cloud his words with fancy eloquent speech. His direction is clear within reach. Easy to see…

Only to Speed Up to Slow Down — Craziness of life. If you make it to adulthood, you may think I still have plenty of time to do the things I want. Well, guess what! You’re running out of time. The irony of life is that as we speed through life, the finality or last cycle of our…

Walk With Me — Caress my face with your tender touch. Lift me up with your poetry I love so much. Fill my soul with your laughter not your tears. Walk with me hand-in-hand through the years. A life spent with you is more than a thousand elsewhere. Two souls merging through the hour glass of…

When All Efforts Fail — Like the power of a sudden tornado, I saw it coming. A red lever turned on. An inevitable disaster soon to be spawned. From sanity in split seconds to insanity. Reasoning with you was pure vanity. So close so as to feel your breath, yet so far away unable to touch…