Playing to Win

He put on some music while she shuffled. When he drew a card to see who would go first, she was beginning to grove to Dylan. He drew high card, so she dealt and set up the four cards he’d use for his first move. “I cheated,” he muttered. She looked up from her hand, … More Playing to Win


Originally posted on SLHARPERPOETRY:
‘Twas feckish, and the irkly grobes Did fark and fistle in the slade; All dingly were the rectiprobes And the dampnuts updrade. “Beware the Trumplewock, my friend! The bigly mouth, those puny mitts! Beware the Tweet bird, and off-fend The cronious Perkletits!” She packed her poisal voice and went: Fat chance…

Ready for Some Sun

I was ready for a miracle and then here comes the rain I was ready for a miracle but the rains kept coming down I was ready for a miracle when the rains turned into floods Think we’re gonna need a miracle or else we’re gonna drown This short poem was inspired by the gospel … More Ready for Some Sun