Last night I spoonfed a dying man oatmeal. I sponge bathed him even though he was already clean.
Tag Archives: amwriting
38 : 83 / A Birthday Poem
I tried
dipping my toes in
some woke waters
& I hated myself.
Telling Time by Tiling
some things are timeless,
and some are dissolved memories
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 17 : International Haiku Day
A Handful of Haiku
#NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 9 : “Honestly”
no need to worry,
we’ve all got enough
on our plates
How Nice to See You
I wanted to wake up,
but I’m a glutton
for seeing how things
turn out
The Jam Files #4 — Point of Peril
Somebody’s fingerprints
might leave a message.
Yeah,
this could be
viewed as a
re-visitation
of the glory days
Whenever You’re Ready
I am ready to talk about quarantine.
The Jam Files #3 — From the Fringes
We’ve been running on fumes the past couple of days.