World Suicide Prevention Day

Labeling myself a poet, even now, after I’ve written them for years, sounds strange to me in comparison to other poets; I don’t know how I add up, but I guess that’s not the point of poetry. For me, poetry is a way of coping and communicating in a form that is easiest for me….

Suicidal Husbands

Not really sure what to say finally made a choice, a choice for me, a choice for peace, for serenity, for a ceasing of all this complexity, a cessation of guilt always on my back, that I’m not grateful enough for what you bring to me, back and forth with my PTSD, and you not…

One Man’s Trash…

After watching this video of “Neon Trees” front man Tyler Glenn lambasting the Mormon church, my heart’s pounding with how much feeling comes across and how much I can relate. The red “X”: Whether put through the humiliation of excommunication (as some of my beloved family members have had to endure) or the hassle of…

Prognosis 

Tailspin, your words are falling flat interpretations feeling new you balk, insist I’m off the mark finding meaning where there’s none but I remember words and phrases facial expressions, contexts, moments backtracking and turning faces does nothing for your current case I might seem cruel, sometimes I question but instinct seems to take me over…