Seven Years of Bad Luck

Glass On the Ground

When things fall apart
they crumble
break
crack.

Often the flight down is subtle:
An unexpected series of events melding together
as
one
big
catalyst.

A friend may lend a hand,
A sister might call…

When things fall apart
they shatter
bleed
unravel.

A spool of yarn unfurling itself:
wisps of string
flowing toward
an
unyielding
decent.

Any Given Monday

Melting Pot

Stir it in the pot:
a touch of pain, an ounce of sadness.

My days go by like hollow dreams –
One day, two day,
Wednesday.

Put it in the bowl:
A pinch of regret, a splash of shame.

Working my way through the weariness –
Three day, four day,
Friday.

Sifting through the garbage,
Milling through the wreckage,
Looking for relief.

Some Kind of New York Times

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Of Grammar and Other Things

Syntax You know my intimate details: my commas, my periods, my exclamation points. How can I hide from you? Shared syntax, parallel structure, semicolons. You know my rhythm: my iambic pentameter, a-bb-a, my ups and downs. You have read the … Continue reading

Eat, Sleep, Obey

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