Holding on to Life

I do not feel
your immediate pain
but I feel the effect,
the bite of its sting.
Its wretched fangs sunk in deep.
In the flesh,
tasting our blood.
After that first taste,
like a raging addict
making countless returns
to steal your life from mine.

Word Building

I envy those who are not afraid
to smother their canvas with ink-
to bleed dry their pens, to create
perfectly scripted landscapes
of dictated architecture-
proudly penned skylines
on the flattest of terrains.

Hometown Hero Lost at Sea

On Tuesday April 29, a friend and former coworker was lost at sea off of the coast of Belize while kayaking with a buddy near the Belize Barrier Reef by Ambergris Caye. His friend, Bradley Josker is safe and sound in the states, thank goodness! As of now though, Wrangler Shane Leesman is still considered missing. We are so gracious for the search efforts of Belize Coast Guard, Air Force, Police and locals and we know they are doing everything that they can. However, their resources are limited so friends and family in Texas are trying to increase search efforts from the home front. Many have reached out to local news outfits as well as the US military with whom Wrangler has served as an Army Ranger for 5 tours overseas. There are also services available in Belize, but they come with high costs- but no cost is too high to bring a good man home!! 

We just want our friend found and brought home; please lift up prayers, positive thoughts or donate on paypal (if you can and are able) to jennifer.richards6@yahoo.com. 


Hard Water Effect

Restricting the flow.
Welded inside this
expanse of lines
as over time it takes hold
and grows-
a parasitic growth-
no life is there left.
No. It grows
only of decay,
and death,
there was ever
any life at all
through their breadth.

What Got Broke in the Split

When I said goodbye,
it meant forever, in my eyes.
Served up genial platitudes-
none which appeased you,
so you unleashed your anger
under a lover’s guise.

The stains of your heavy pours,
hearty appetite still dress my floors.
From its hinges sags the fractured door
through which your foot hastily tore.
Those to whom your version of truth you swore?
No, they do not come by anymore.

Though the aftermath of this wreck
weighed down my heart,
you were not enough to break it;
I refuse to succumb to your debt.
I can replace all nondescript
casualties left in your wake.

Strange Wanting

Your lips parted to speak
drawing my own lips to slowly creep,
to part and expose my teeth
in a expectant smile. But suddenly
I notice your arm extended,
your hand in pose to greet
in your voice a pleasantry
“It’s so nice to meet…”
as clearly you do not remember me.

Blood rushes to my cheeks
as my memory has not failed me.
I “know” you, at least recall meeting.
Yet I am a stranger to this Adonis
who many times before has met me.
I should excuse it; we met in a crowd.
I had hoped that I somehow stood out.