Tag: Hope

With Drawl

New Introductory Note: To give this the proper context, I should mention this was originally written in October of 2016, one month before an election that changed everything in America. I’m reposting it now because, even though the specifics of this piece are a bit dated, the overall […]

Gratitude on a Hot Summer Night

Hey, folks. It’s one o’clock in the morning and still 92 degrees in Dallas. I know some of you were expecting this post to be the conclusion of “The Bonnywood Embassy”, what with that “to be continued” teaser, and that is coming, but I wanted to share a […]

Past Imperfect – #129

Stephen had the brilliant idea of founding his own town where no discrimination of any kind was allowed, and everyone had free healthcare. Sadly, he didn’t understand the importance of social media in these short-attention-span times, and no trains ever arrived. He found out later that the Republicans […]

Frosted June – #1

She remembered the times She remembered the places Images, muted but sharp Some trapped in never more Others, perhaps once more Ripples of seasons Spreading out, fading Stirred anew by other stones Same as it never was She drinks from cracked glasses Smudged by the faded lips of […]

Communique from Cómpeta – #7

  Somewhere, over there Many thousands of miles Lies my homeland Where so much Has gone so wrong Democracy has been wounded Stabbed by the flailing blind Compelled by ignorance and fear I don’t understand How some can harbor so much hate Such indecency, festering, fertilized in the […]

Past Imperfect – #400

Momma: “Lucille, get away from the fireplace. We live in the projects, you don’t know what might fall out of there.” Lucille: “But Momma, it’s Christmas Eve. Santa is coming!” Momma: “Santa? Baby Girl, Santa doesn’t know where we live. We’re on welfare.” Lucille: “That’s not true. If […]

Past Imperfect – #289

Mop-Etta: “Do you really love me?” Gene: “With all of my heart, because that’s what the lyrics in this song say.” Mop-Etta: “But you understand that we can never have children because, well, I don’t have any lower organs.” Gene: “It doesn’t matter, my floor-cleansing beauty. We can […]