A Single Digit Day

A single digit day in store

The ice clad water

Laps against the shore

Of Lake Michigan

On the southern front

Where industry meets


The cold blows over my skin


And reminds me of my youth

When it wasn’t to hard

To live through the bitter



Rebel Hopes

Rebel Hopes

On the way

To being a renegade spirit

These worn out days

I have ideas

That are not so unique

With words


But I hope to see a


Guided by my own

Divine sight

For wherever I am pulled

I will hold on

To these rebel hopes

If Only

If only I knew

What I can’t know

Before the world goes

Where it does

If I only could

Say the thing

That would make her

Come back

To me

If only I had the time

To plan out the future

For my own safety

If only I could have heart

When all else fails

To hold me up

If only I could write the

Right words

On the page

So that I could say

I love you

Rhetorical Waves

It started with a few words

Like a leaking faucet

On a dry day

As the hopes of many

Became united

In one discrete shade of


So they say

That the rhetorical waves

Had begun

From the drops into the ocean

It all was one

In that moment

I knew the sea change

Had already won