Poem: Freedom

is it the only path

to walk

and see what

you see,

burdened by your

sins

and judgments

 

or could I venture

on my own,

even if it is a lonely

pilgrimage,

or if I read the wrong

book

and meet

 

the wrong people,

lost souls who don’t

bare the cross or

the star or the hammer

and sickle or the crescent

moon

 

perhaps I’ll find my way,

a misguided dreamer

taking a road of less shame,

feet and hands unbound,

a journey without all those

harsh rules.

 

©️mft

Flash Fiction Link: Detox

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There was silence. My dad felt lower than any point in his life, even worse than the day my mother walked out on him. His shiny bald head reflected the harsh ceiling light; his blue eyes sparkled with tears. He knew that the bottle was destroying him from the inside out. He also knew that I was giving him an opportunity to get sober.

Excerpt from Detox.  Read Detox on Friday Flash Fiction.

Tuesday’s Picture: Crow Caroling

I know some of you don’t like crows, but I encourage you to look at their strength, resourcefulness and beauty. They are survivors and very well might survive us on this planet because they work so well together.

Degenerates’ Voices for Peace. Homelessness Edition

Call for social justice. Raise your awareness through this collection of poetry about the homeless.

My two poems are included in this collection: Christmas Day and Tattoo Man.

Click on the link to read this wonderful and insightful collection: Voices for Peace. Homelessness Edition.