A Frog could be described as "any member of a diverse and largely carnivorous group of short-bodied, tailless amphibians composing the order Anura, with a watertight asshole. I added the last four words to elicit an emotional response. It is just a Frog. I was born into poverty.  As I grew, I became a funny-looking … Continue reading Society’s Crippling Power Words →

To the ones with very thin skins, and a past of this morning. I never killed an Indian nor took his land. I never enslaved a Black. Nor, have I have bashed an LBGT. I have bashed Bullies. Don't be a Bully. None of you can blame your father, his father or his father. Each … Continue reading I can Take It →

The call from the others comes in daily, nightly, lastly, just when peace takes me near sleep and dreams. "Why you?  Why are you breathing?  What is so special about you?"  they ask in Legion. They remind me how many never got free of the womb, how many passed so young, here cancer, there a … Continue reading I Forgot My Lines, But I Have no Fear →

He woke yet again, wearing his few hours of sleep, woven like lead upon his shoulders. And, he knew the weight of hate that waited for him, before he spoke. Yet, he felt more than knew that the hate was his to bear, his to walk though many that could not stand him.  Indeed, those … Continue reading Ending Horrors →

The horrid power ones tell us they are right and we should believe them. All tell us they know what is best for you and me. Do they? Why they? The putrid souls of the horrid ones lead us astray. We struggle from day to day to make life for our children, while they wear … Continue reading The Puppet Masters →

Who am I writing this for and why?  Oh well, it is something to do. God gave me an ounce of talent with a ton of 'want to' from before. But, now I find myself the best singer, poet, teacher, politician, and suddenly it is only my opinion that matters. No regrets there. I am … Continue reading A Sudden Change in Softies →

Call me your crazy Aunt Lola. Ok, I take that one with a Gin and Tonic. Or, two. You want a peaceful time, when no one disagrees, a time when everyone is loving and helpful. You run away from loud men, women, and children because they upset you, their words HURT you. You argue, complain, … Continue reading Your Crazy Aunt Lola →

  Well, I never expected to die that day, but I did, while I was feeling great. No symptoms led up to the event. In retrospect, I should have made my bed and head better. Monday night is my normal Stationary Bike date. I usually have 2 or 3 classes during the week. One hour … Continue reading Dying to Spin On the DVT Express →

The newborn knows only comfort and pain. Needing mother for food and support, much later to learn love of family. The newborn wears an honest though desperate mask. As we grow older, we change our faces for acceptance and love, to show someone else another side. Later yet, we learn to let others see a … Continue reading My Mask →