never on sunday or any other day of the week
never on sunday by punkie “Do you believe in God?” He asked. “No,” I said without thinking. Later, I reconsidered. I feel the existence of of a higher power, spirit,…
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deal yourself a new hand
One night I found myself in tears wishing I were somewhere other than where I was. The next morning I dragged my spirit out of a ditch and told myself…
the shape of things to come
A poem about life’s potential and living it.
a nursery rhyme for violent times
hack and kill a poem by punkie Hack and Kill went up the hill To see whom they might slaughter. Just for kicks they fired their…
for the sake of childish games
I spent a month un-publishing hundreds of blog posts, videos, images, and poems born from my core. Why? Because a few people who wield a little power fear slivers of the truth I…
even in prison there’s space between the bars
quarantine a short poem by punkie fearful others choke and smother the right to seek and find destroy fine art and break our hearts with papers long since…
I was feeling a little sorry for myself today. Then somebody sent me this.
Reality check. No Arms. No Legs. No Worries. No Arms & Amazing A Tribute to Stacey McInroe Conner Barbara Guerra (Born with no arms) Besides going a…
I Found the Future in a Brown Paper Bag
Of these four, which one doesn’t fit: rug, egg, drum, sex? I remember the question. I remember the answer. But I’ll be damned if I remember the rest of the…
Catherine never complained
My cousin Catherine was born with a heart defect. She began having (then-experimental) surgeries to correct it at the age of two. She had many such surgeries and spent countless…