who is a preacher
\but a poet\?
weaving golden-
threaded tapestries
adorning ceremonial
altars, prostrate
in obsequious
homage to gods
of his own
creation
Tapestries
Month: March 2018
A Song With Many Voices: All the Lonely People
I once again had the incredible honor to collaborate with a group of stunningly talented writers.
I have always been here, among the lonely people. Despite having people around me, my battles exist within my head and body. To you, I may look normal, but on the inside is a scene entirely different. My constant companions are sadness, frustration, exhaustion — even a fortified fortress to shield me from what the world has and could continue to do to me. Those walls isolate me from my family. The shadows are filled with creatures that know how to hurt me if I move too close. So, you see, I am one of the lonely people. But I am not alone.
Sarah Doughty)
All the Lonely People—
they converge,
invisible at intersections
of Life and Death,
strangely untouched by hands of those
simpatico.
How can it be that so many similar
do exist while lost
to one another?
All the Lonely People—
they are unalone, and yet
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Funny, or Forever
it’s a funny thing
how forever
is impenetrable
the iceberg that slashed –
pierced Titanic
with a mortal gash.
until distress
in the shape of global warming
meets judgment
in the form of Mach 5
and time is awash
in an icy deluge
of fragility.
it’s a funny thing
how forever
is shrink-wrapped
in glimmery cellophane
presented by bunnies
riding aback pirouetting unicorns
wreathed in butterfly smiles.
until missteps
shred glittery wrapping
to shit stained ribbons
while apprehension
fattens the teeming nits
that gorge as medieval knights
on the clotting gore
of slaughtered hope.
it’s a funny thing
about forever
friends
Insights from "Inside" 