Oberon Literary Magazine, 2019
On our first date we volunteered at the Shriner’s Circus
stationed together in the cotton candy tent
the wind howled, incensed it could not peek in at our fun
it beat at the tent flaps and worked its way in
It flipped bits of pink flossed sugar
into our hair
into our ears
into the air we breathed
Strawberry sugar filled our nostrils
melted on our tongues
adhered in sticky sheets to our skin
assaulted our senses with sweetness
We chased the floating strands
with twirling cardboard cones
and shoved them huge and ripe
into plastic bags for hawking in the stands.
Then giggling we groomed each other like gorillas
till our cheeks met and stuck together
in a spastic sort of kiss
just as my father opened the tent flap
Love Without Borders Anthology, 2017
True Love doesn’t come and go.
True love’s not a game.
It’s the Creator of the Universe
who knows me by my name.
True Love’s not a pretty face.
It isn’t diamond rings.
It sees me in my ugliness,
invites me among kings.
True Love’s not a list of rules,
a game of life to win.
It’s longing just to please Him
and to grow to be like Him.
True Love’s not a husband
or a wife to hold in bed.
It bore my shame and
wore a crown of thorns upon its head.
True Love’s not a baby’s sigh
or life without a care.
It’s knowing that whatever comes,
peace will find me there.
True Love’s not a fairy tale.
It died upon a tree.
It spent three days in torment
then came back to rescue me.
And when I know I’ve failed Him,
just when my cover’s blown,
True Love wraps Its robe around me
and presents me as Its own.
I am the Lord’s Puppy
Poets of the Promise, 2019
I am the Lord’s puppy, I shall not want.
He taketh me to green dog runs.
He leadeth me beside shady curbs.
He picketh up my poop.
Yea, though I walk past the house
with the fifteen big dogs,
I will not fear being eaten,
for thou art with me.
My collar and leash, they comfort me.
Thou prepareth my dinner
in a bowl with my name on it
and putteth ice cubes in my water dish.
My joy overflows!
Yea, though I chew on the couch or poop on the rug,
Thou forgiveth me.
Thou teacheth me not to jump up on visitors.
Thou batheth me in the kitchen sink.
Surely I shall dance in Thy footsteps all the days of my life
and curl up at the foot of Thy bed each night Forever.
The Leprechaun’s Favorite Request
Rhyme and PUNishment, 2019
Oh, sometimes they ask for money,
And sometimes they ask for love,
And one little boy from Kilarney
Asked for a new baseball glove.
But my bestest, most favorite request of them all,
The one I most chuckled to hear,
Was the one when young Sally McGipper McGee
Asked to deck Sam McGipper Mcgreer.
He’d been pullin’ her pigtails and stealin’ her gum
And makin’ her cry every day.
Every time that young Sam came a-skippin’ to her
She wished she could wish him away.
So I granted her wish, filled her up with a rage
And a fist weighted up like a train.
She laid him out flat in the mud by the lake
And left him to squelch in the rain.