Tag: Poetry Friday

XXVII I’m nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know….

A man once said that conservation was a sign of “personal virtue,” and when he said this, ‘virtue’ quickly lost points for some —…

The wind is starting up again — whipping around at about thirty miles per hour. I’m kind of hoping it settles down, but it…

High school is… kind of a battle. We all remember — some of us more vividly than others. There are the daily skirmishes with…

I first read this poem at Thanksgiving, the title blurring with traditional Thanksgiving themes about blessing the ‘ties that bind.’ Those binding ties have…