Parody Song Lyrics of Adele’s “I Can’t Make You Love Me” — It is a good night To sit on the bed, Open the page, welcome the voices inside your head Lay down with me I’ll tell you it’s alright Let the characters become alive Let them hold you close, don’t stigmatize Don’t stigmatize me But I can’t make you love me…

Short Story — “Garage Door. Garage Door.” Childish laughter chased thundering footsteps, feet marching toward the stairs, and a smaller girl’s foot landed on one step. The step creaked. A dog barked, and the smaller girl moved away. The dog barked again. Its bark hesitated to go up the stairs. The dining room…

We’re Doomed. — 90 Seconds. That’s all that is left. What can you do with 90 seconds? Call someone, text? Scream out the window? Nobody is going to hear you. They are already panicking. The ones that gave up found a bottle or bit a bullet, but I’m still here. How will the end come? Sky? Air? Or will I not see it coming? I could…

Yes, Memories can hurt you. —

I’ve been thinking about Collateral Damage. — It is amazing the webs we weave, the webs others create around us, that invisible spiderweb we just walk into. Is it all to catch a fly, or is it an intricate game to eliminate the one that stands in your way? You can’t make a direct attack, so you…

Dedicated to the Roscoe Smith Estate — It’s been a long time living with you, my friend, and I’ll tell you all about it when I drive by you again. We’ve come a long way from where we began. Oh, I’ll tell you all about it when I drive by you again. If I see you again. …

Poetry — I didn’t know your name. Even if I did, I wouldn’t know what to call you. Did you have a nickname? Did you even like your name, and what about those you left behind? Where have they gone now? Do they still carry your name, or do they hide themselves…

Dedicated To The Writers and Actors On Strike — I saw her crying across the screen, and my heart broke, my pain was hers. I couldn’t turn away, and her son ran by across the screen, chasing paper airplanes, yelling that he would slay the dragon. My son giggled, hurrying away to make his own paper airplanes, and said that he too would slay the dragon. My husband shook…

A Poem —