Poetry Series – Death, Mustard, and Rorschach

Sometimes it’s subtle but every day, here we were, just finding beauty in what could be someone else’s mess.  What do you see? Call me crazy but I guess that’s the perspective of it all. DEATH, MUSTARD, AND RORSCHACH The year everyone died all at onceYou would sneak condiment packets from the break-room drawers andContinue reading “Poetry Series – Death, Mustard, and Rorschach”

No, Tempation!

I have long claimed that I am lacking in the self-control department. Almost in a way that I’d wear it like a badge, excusing me for my bad decisions. What does it say about me if I’m biting back a cop joke on that one? It seems to be in our nature, humans – notContinue reading “No, Tempation!”