Or yellow Or blue Or purple But you tickle me pink With your smile and laughter Making me laugh with glee It’s marvelous to have a Friend like you who keeps The rainbow in the skies The magic, the colors The promise of a pot of gold Tickle me pink Cathy Atkinson (Published in ISSUE
The sun sets on his east Texas pasture, taking the day with it in a silent blaze. Wayne rambles over bumpy roads, rounding up memories as if he could drive them all home and park them in his driveway for show. Retelling his heroic past from a Lazy Boy chair, his wife of 65 years,
Thoughtcrime group encouraged writers, fostered friendships.
He is the positive side of my life. He helps me to be strong and real Through prayer and faith in him. Step out on Faith. God is someone who will never leave your side or your family. He helps my self-esteem, helps me get up when I am down. I am a prayer warrior.
I Have A Dream I have a dream, America we are the team. I had a dream last night, We took flight. To the heavens right above, God is love. Sweet Jesus in the manger, I fear God, I fear no danger. – Regina Wilson, poet Client of Beaumont Hope Center
Mother Goddess, Your strong hands Can lift the Father, Daughter, Son. Mother Goddess, Your clay thighs Can awaken The newborn who Cries in desperation. Earth Mother, You can know The secrets Of the Spring And you can know The hated rot of wood Turned bad And good. Though you will never Turn away From your
A fear of death A lack of breath And incense in my mouth A sudden cough A perfumed trough A slimy feeling throat I lie upon A filthy bed And look about the room To find that in My sleep I’ve died And, now, am in a tomb – Jesse Doiron
I was good enough then with my thick thighs, brown eyes and small waist but after that plus sign came I was nothing more than a number to ignore. My love was genuine only to you but that didn’t matter because you weren’t true. Your actions scraped my heart like a knife peeling fruit, but
Action Can you set me up with adjudication? I haven’t been practicing my multiplication Don’t pump me full of medication Or harass me with implications Every time they lie they use lubrication So my brain becomes pitter-pattered with complication Someone take away this intoxication And fill me up with will and sophistication Don’t make me
The Shaver This morning, when I shaved, I cut my face away. It was in the way, so I removed it. The sleek remaining cheeks will serve me better and not betray how felt I am. No longer will those finky brows and flappy eyes say what I do not want to when I do
