Pen Thievery

“It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one.” ~George Washington~ I cannot tell a lie. I must offer a confession. A pen and pencil thief am I. I’m not sure how it happened. Was it consciously or did an inner darkness find its way to my soul? I cannot tell you when this started, but pen thievery has been in my blood for a number of years. It may have started with a work pen that inadvertentlyRead more

Mother Nature

Poetry Day Three: Trust/Acrostic/Internal Rhyme M other, must I trust? O ut of improper belief, warmth’s thief T hat this trust is just H ow do I explain the pain E very time flesh and hide walk outside? R emembering the smile of spring’s guile N ot the angry, bitter cold of your hand’s hold A t a time when I pout and whine T hat spring cannot be but a memory to me U nrelenting you are, by farRead more