PAULIE (POEM)

Broken glass floats in the afternoon breeze.The loud boom from the stereo blocks out all sound.Fair Paul sees it;He has been deafened by the stereo speakers.…

HE’S HOME IN ME…

He’s coming homeFinally!Hian! Those 6 months were not funny at allThey seem to have stretched beyond limitsHaving no One to support you,Especially with the children…

AWAKE

Dark nights,clear skies rumpled sheets,smooth skin sweat beads,tear drops a weary scream forced from cold scared lips…