This concept of a magic reset switch
which flips with a calendar page
baffles me.
Come January first will we be…better?
Will we hate less, love more?
Shall we develop empathy overnight,
or an ability to listen to — much less
understand — the words of an adversary?
Perhaps we should resolve less,
and do more.
Filed under Poetry
You left me.
I asked you to come, you chose to stay behind.
I wondered where you were, what you were doing, who you were with…I worried.
I called, but you would never answer. I sent for you, but you would not come. I wanted you, but spent my days alone and wandering.
I worried.
Filed under Flash Fiction
Awakened Words 