April is National Poetry Month. I wrote this a few years back, in an April as I recall, but I like it. I hope you do too. .
We went as far
as the car
would take us,
but it did not
follow us into
from our sins,
into the silver light.
The Christmas Tree is Still Up at Our House
“The angels are really cupids. Aren’t they cute with the cuddling snowmen?”
February arrived and I dubbed the small tree put up for Christmas a “Valentine’s Day Tree.” The thing is, I barely had time to put up the tree before Christmas and I haven’t had any time since to put it away. I’m so tired.
I’ve heard if I eat better, I’ll have more energy. I’m told if I exercise, I’ll have energy. The problem, of course, is I don’t have time to do
My fellow Council Members: I stand before you today 50 years after the inaugural Finals program when I myself was 10 years old, to discuss choosing the age bracket for an additional Final culling of atypicals.
Despite what the environmentalists say, I present myself here as an example that all of those examined and processed through the program are not heartless barbarians. No, this program only promotes the ideal of strong leaders and good workers.