- Midnight Ride
Justice is non-negotiable.
- True Blue
Roses are… sometimes blue.
- Microcosmic Apocalypse
Existence is fragile.
- Take My Hand
Giving more than you have.
- The Limelight
Fate shines in the harsh glow of the spotlight.
- Heart Pay
Giving more than you have.
- The Gospel of Prosperity
Last week in “The Harvest,” neglect brought consequence. This week: what happens when you do everything right, and winter still comes hungry. Part 2. March. You planted. Twenty feet of garden. Enough to feed you through winter if you tended it right. You tended it right. May mornings before work, pulling weeds while dew still…
- The Harvest
March. The garden waited. Just twenty feet of dark soil that needed an afternoon to turn and plant. But there were more important things. The phone lit up constantly. Messages that felt urgent. Problems requiring immediate response. Exhausted from the day’s necessary tasks, planting could wait. The ground would still be there tomorrow. May. The…
- Borrowed Time
Sara woke at 1:59 to silence. No alarm. The clocks were falling back, a night when time loans you an hour. Sara had always resented it. An extra hour just meant more time lying awake with thoughts she’d spent years trying to outrun. But tonight felt different. She reached for the yellow tablet she kept…
- A Magical Reunion
Lily sat on the front row of folding chairs in the community hall, feet dangling above the floor as she watched the magician preparing his next illusion. Moments earlier, he’d shown the audience a small wooden box filled with crayons. He reached for a plain coloring book lying on the table. The pages were white…
- Taken
Darkness came like a thief, blotting out the brilliant light of a faithful life and stealing the hope of all who longed for a hero. People searched for direction, for reassurance that time-honored ideals—tradition, decency, love for each other—would not vanish, would not be lost forever. They watched as evil staked its claim, winding the…
- 🎥 Justified (1)
She walked in unnoticed, shaking rain from an umbrella. A Victorian home. Lightning flashing through the windows. Why tonight? She knew them all—except one. A quick glance, just out of curiosity. He looks young. “You made it,” said a familiar voice from behind the makeshift bar. “I was afraid the storm would… Well, it’s good…
- Beyond the Battlefield
The air tastes of copper and diesel.Dust hangs, refusing to settle. Sound booms,too loud, then muffled,then shrill in one ear. Trigger finger moves without thought,muscle memory outlasting reason. The ground trembles.Someone is screaming,or maybe it’s static—or maybe it’s you. Seconds last hours,hours collapse into nothing. You make a choiceor the choice makes itselfand afterward, neither…
- Victory Formation
Author’s Notes: This poem was inspired by a powerful public moment from a recent college football game. It is shared here as a work of creative expression, celebrating the universal bond between mothers and sons. No names, images, or affiliations are included, and no endorsement is implied. The title, Victory Formation, refers to football’s final…
- Change
Celebrating thirty-one years.
- The Serpents Kiss
Celebrating thirty-one years.
- First Date
Some matches burn faster.
- Indivisible
Celebrating thirty-one years.
- The Declaration
Celebrating thirty-one years.
Justice is non-negotiable.
Roses are… sometimes blue.
Existence is fragile.
Giving more than you have.
Fate shines in the harsh glow of the spotlight.
Giving more than you have.
Last week in “The Harvest,” neglect brought consequence. This week: what happens when you do everything right, and winter still comes hungry. Part 2. March. You planted. Twenty feet of garden. Enough to feed you through winter if you tended it right. You tended it right. May mornings before work, pulling weeds while dew still…
March. The garden waited. Just twenty feet of dark soil that needed an afternoon to turn and plant. But there were more important things. The phone lit up constantly. Messages that felt urgent. Problems requiring immediate response. Exhausted from the day’s necessary tasks, planting could wait. The ground would still be there tomorrow. May. The…
Sara woke at 1:59 to silence. No alarm. The clocks were falling back, a night when time loans you an hour. Sara had always resented it. An extra hour just meant more time lying awake with thoughts she’d spent years trying to outrun. But tonight felt different. She reached for the yellow tablet she kept…
Lily sat on the front row of folding chairs in the community hall, feet dangling above the floor as she watched the magician preparing his next illusion. Moments earlier, he’d shown the audience a small wooden box filled with crayons. He reached for a plain coloring book lying on the table. The pages were white…
Darkness came like a thief, blotting out the brilliant light of a faithful life and stealing the hope of all who longed for a hero. People searched for direction, for reassurance that time-honored ideals—tradition, decency, love for each other—would not vanish, would not be lost forever. They watched as evil staked its claim, winding the…
She walked in unnoticed, shaking rain from an umbrella. A Victorian home. Lightning flashing through the windows. Why tonight? She knew them all—except one. A quick glance, just out of curiosity. He looks young. “You made it,” said a familiar voice from behind the makeshift bar. “I was afraid the storm would… Well, it’s good…
The air tastes of copper and diesel.Dust hangs, refusing to settle. Sound booms,too loud, then muffled,then shrill in one ear. Trigger finger moves without thought,muscle memory outlasting reason. The ground trembles.Someone is screaming,or maybe it’s static—or maybe it’s you. Seconds last hours,hours collapse into nothing. You make a choiceor the choice makes itselfand afterward, neither…
Author’s Notes: This poem was inspired by a powerful public moment from a recent college football game. It is shared here as a work of creative expression, celebrating the universal bond between mothers and sons. No names, images, or affiliations are included, and no endorsement is implied. The title, Victory Formation, refers to football’s final…
Celebrating thirty-one years.
Celebrating thirty-one years.
Some matches burn faster.
Celebrating thirty-one years.
Celebrating thirty-one years.