Dirty Tricks
Preface: This was written about something that really did happen to me at summer youth camp one year. Actually, I’m rather embarrassed by the whole thing. I’m quite embarrassed by these lyrics, too....
View ArticleThe Chair
I tire. The weight is too much. Productivity. Procrastination. The choices are so numerous… I can’t think clearly. Too much noise. The door is closed already. I get up and shut the window. Now the...
View ArticleRetrospect
I shoulda not just sat there. smiling like a fool. I coulda touched her silky hair; broken all the rules. I woulda told her she was rare— precious, shining as a jewel. I wish I’d...
View ArticleRenewal
Into the darkness I enter. The black seats lie silently in wait. Compulsively reaching within the depths of my bag, I take hold of the pencil. It is sharp, ready to engage the enemy. The angry desktop...
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Sonnet 2008
For two thousand and eight, these are the facts, Of Tim and Jeni’s story of the year. The windy island wedding of the Jacks; Tim worked from home, not as an engineer. We helped Tim’s parents move to a...
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