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…

Sometimes Into the Oddest Places — Where do these words of mine flow? I wonder…have they fallen into a black hole? Writer’s expectations of carefully crafted words may not always fall onto receptive ears. Still, I wonder… Will my words fall upon a broken heart? Will my words educate, entertain, cause someone to laugh out loud, or question their…

Embrace the Changes — Always running away from what is. Closing your eyes to inevitable change. Fearing the unknown rather than embracing it. Smile, meditate, and let the warmth of change enter in and permeate your soul. Life is change. There is no life unless change enters in. The substance of our being is…

Poetry Tidbits, Silly and Fun, Short Stories — Well, it’s that time of the week again… This is Shorts #9 (or short stories and/or poems). If you haven’t read my explanation in Shorts #1–8, I will explain. I started writing short thoughts, some poetry, in response to the #vss365 prompts on Twitter. I love writing these every day…

Purpose or not? — The purpose of a shadow I pondered today. In and out of sight some close some far away. Present only within light’s rays. Its proportional images vary depending on the time of day. My best concept of this awesome display is reminding me of one shadow that carries me throughout this day…

The “Between” — Like snowflakes that quickly descend, varied one by one as they reach their end…so are the minutes of our life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ From a little boy to a man, who would know how quickly the years would scan. Although apart for months, sometimes years, we could always jump right back to our childhood yesteryears…