the longest night (A poem)

A nasty cold is not particularly conducive to writing poetry, but I gave it a shot… Snorting, sneezing, scratchy-throat coughing—one giant throb Sleeping for minutes that feel like hours of hard work Every cell remains inert in formation as a blob tired of awakening every five minutes with a jerk Sleeping for minutes that feel [...]

The Sneezefest Chronicles (a poem)

I have been sneezing A LOT since yesterday. Naturally, I had to write about it. This is actually several short poems combined—and, yes, I spelled it Materiel on purpose… I The explosions shatter the afternoon calm The hastily erected barrier barely contains its force Materiel spills out over the top leaving a tangled mess of [...]