Thursday, June 18, 2026

Hope

News it’s overwhelming

News incites our fears

All around us

We’re surrounded 

By the hate, the greed,

The jeers

All the racism 

All the violence

Misogyny 

And apathy 

While our souls

They scream for 

Kindness 

Curse the blindness

That got us here 

Don’t lose hope

We are awakening 

Don’t give up 

Love will win 

We’ll overcome

Lift up our neighbors 

Bring the homeless in 

Diversity will 

Have a place 

Inclusion 

Gentle words 

The human race 

Isn’t finished 

Not yet 

We can still be one 

Hard Year

 Got no place to call 

Your homeland 

Burnt that soft place to land 

Searching for the remnants 

Broken compass

Lost the path 

Staring into empty air

Seeking even a shadow 

To cradle your weary head

Sending out a beacon

Signaling your despair

Pleading for a rescue 

From a burning 

Pit of toxic ash 

It was you who set the fire 

That burned the forest 

Took that love shack 

To the ground 

Walls of your lies

Were easy tinder  

There is no architecture 

For forgiveness 

Without a blueprint

Of remorse 

But you built on a 

foundation of sand 

To build with  stone 

It takes a man 

Not the coward 

With matches in his pocket 

Flash your lights

Call for mercy

Call for soft words 

It’s gonna be a hard year

With no warm bed

Your arson 

Brought you here 



Sunday, June 14, 2026

Drinking regret

 Drinking regret 

How does it taste?

The loss

The emptiness 

No soothing words

When all has gone to hell in a hand basket

Does it taste gray

Like desperation 

Or beige like 

Chunks of your soul 

Broken off, dying 

Perhaps it is red

Sharp

The bite of an angry gaping wound 

Regret

Burning like whiskey 

And you can’t hold your liquor 

Bitter and strong 

Like sleeping alone 

With no heart to warm you 

Does it rise up

In your throat like bile

Undigested jumble 

Of memories and longings 

For soft words, kind smiles 

The patience and trust 

You spilled on the ground 

A careless transaction 

Bought you a cold bed 

Drink deep

Learn to love the taste 

Of a ghost 

You poured this glass 

Yourself 

Resigning from the People-Pleaser Olympics

I hereby submit
My withdrawal
From the People Pleaser Olympics
I don’t recall
Registering
Yet here I am
Want me to jump?
How high?
I’ve bent over backwards
Gone the extra mile
A contortionist running
A biathlon
Just to keep the peace
The rules always change
Erasing a line
I said, “Do not cross”
Until I’m backed up
To the edge of a cliff
Forced into a diving event
I’ve been pulling out
Of this race
Bit by bit
Take me off the team
Tolerating bigotry
Was not on my agenda
There is no peace to keep
With those who devalue
Humans made Imago Dei
I’m also not competing
To be less, to mince words
To see how long I can 
Keep my mouth shut
Before the pressure builds
Disqualifying me, anyway
Integrity matters
It’s 1936 Berlin
I won’t play this game 

Saturday, June 13, 2026

Thrive

 My child

More than anything

I want you to thrive

I want you to choose yourself

To rise above the 

Lovers and the losers

Fickle men 

With weak minds 

And weaker hearts

I want you to succeed

To bloom and grow

Until you are so tall

You can look over their

Heads and see past

Past the indecision

Past their self-centered needs 

Push them out of the way

Look into the mirror, and SEE

The fabulous creature

You’ve always been 


Pyrophitic

Pyrophytic

We come from 
Hardy stock
Mystical, invincible
Fire-activated
Standing tall
Like a Lodgepole Pine
The fire that is meant
To burn us down
To turn our dreams to ashes
No
It can’t 
It won’t
The heat of the fire
The smell of the smoke
Open and unleash
The LIFE
The amazing life 
Within us
Serotinous souls
Awakened by trial
Rise above the flames
Rise above, it cannot destroy you
The smoke will clear
Find yourself 
Rooted, green
Stretching upward
To a brand new sky 

Wednesday, June 10, 2026

Don't go fishing in my pond

Don’t go fishing in my pond
Put away your lures
They hold no charm
Your reel and rod
Are of no use here
That “no trespassing” sign
Should make it clear
This fish won’t bite
Your bait is vile
Pack your tackle
Accept denial
Put away your net
There’s nothing here
You’re hooked on losses
Your bobber’s snagged
Cut your line
You’ve caught…regret