Let Freedom Ring v. 6.14

Mass shootings happen all the time
Without a reason, but with rhyme:
For thoughts and prayers and guns, demand
Will spike, but changes won’t be planned.
Still, best be safe: Shore up your stock
Of weaponry in case the shock
Of this one causes such regret
That we’ll do what we haven’t yet,
By which I mean, a single thing…
I kid! We won’t. Let freedom ring.

Circadian Arrhythmia

Morning fog’s a curious
Phenomenon, mysterious
And awful: When the nights are blending
Into days, they’re never-ending.
PJs worn to work is creepy?
Sorry. If it’s dark, I’m sleepy!
You don’t like it, blame the sun
And cat-pawed banks of fog. I’m done.


What great calamity could e’er befall
The stoic who refuses to engage
Whose uncrack’d boots stand shiny in the hall
Who licks her fingertips to turn the page
And not to test the wind?
Why, none at all.

Who venerates the names of they who linger
Curtains drawn against the growing gale
The tang of danger from an ink-stain’d finger
On their clucking tongues?

Who tells the tale
Of one whose winter’s spent in dreams of spring or
Summer, knowing storms will always end?

Who imitates them when they play pretend?
Why, none at all.


It’s possible to do your best
And still to fail the final test
Just as it’s possible to ace
The test and have to hide your face
It’s all in where you set the bar
Compared to what and who you are
That means a meter or an inch’ll
See you reach your full potential