Hello my pen, My long lost friend. I put you in your cup months ago, or was it years? You’re all I have now. These hands have toiled. This heart was broken. These eyes have cried. But still, my pen has ink. The hand that toiled Now wants that toil on the page, The heartContinue reading “Hello My Pen, A Poem About Writers Block”
Why I am going to write as much poetry as I will about politics.
Why do we take the joker out of the deck? The comedian knows more than the journalist, and the Jester was the king’s adviser. It is easy to keep your distance if we laugh at the messenger instead of killing them. Why do we take the joker out of the deck? Does the dealer fearContinue reading “Why Do We Take The Joker Out of The Deck? (Poem)”