Category: Poetic Prose

  • A POEM A DAY 28

    A PENNY You hand him a dollar. He gives you a nickel back. You scrape to turn that nickel into another dollar. Then you give him that dollar. He gives you a nickel back, because that’s all he has to offer. If this exchange continues with the same person‒over and over again–you will never have…

  • A POEM A DAY 15

    SHE CARRIED The things she carried: His brokenness. His darkness. His abuse. Physical. Sexual. Psychological. The weight of his words – Careless. Daggered. Cleverered. Unspoken. His insecurities. His infidelities. His fractures. His fissures. His busted ego. His lack of integrity. His false bravado. His cruelty. His lack. His oppression. His deprivation. His banal existence. His…

  • A POEM A DAY 5

    EMPTY Why is it that we try to fill ourselves from empty jars? Sure, he’s a beautiful vessel–Tall, dark, handsome, and smooth. But his vessel is empty, devoid of the capacity to give, to nourish, to replenish. So empty, in fact, that he can’t even accept what you’re pouring into him. You can pour and…