As I have now
turned the first few
pages of my new
chapter what I find
that I’m looking for
are a few meaty
characters and just maybe
a villain to carry
my story to its
end but alas here
men scatter like geese
frightened by loud noises
How’s a writer supposed
to tell a story
absent of any characters
Sure I still have
some from previous chapters
but I do feel
a plot twist coming
One day I might
stumble across a character
that will carry the
story of me across
the finish line but
until then I guess
some expose will do
Category: Friendship
HowWeSee
From my apartment window
everything always appears smaller
The gas station skyscrapers
and even the mountains
look like they are
pieces on a board
game it’s called perspective
Now if only I
could see my feelings
thusly rather than the
monsters which hide in
closets and under beds
I guess those things
closer are always scarier
Hat (for Jadon)
I love hats
I have many
I often carry
several with me
throughout my day
I have my
writer hat and
my lover hat
my goofball hat
which is a
beanie with propeller
I have my
dunce hat complete
with pink chagrin
Oh then there’s
my cigar smoking
Daddy hat allowing
me to smolder
But my favorite
hat of all
is no hat
But no one
ever sees me
then for I
am delightedly invisible
Toy
When young we dreamed
we dreamed of things
and places and people
we wished to have
and go and be
We played with toys
that somehow filled time
and fit with fun
And then we grew
out of our toys
and into our lives
replacing things and places
and people with well
things and places and
people feeling comfortable there
But as those same
began to lose stuffing
and adventure and desire
we searched for our
own youth in toys
New things and places
and people that distract
divide and ultimately destroy
Toys are best left
in hands of children
for a child’s mind
is one of innocence
and glee and giddiness
whereas the adult mind
is full of corruption
and chaos and compromise
Not a very promising
place for a toy
Breath
How one breathes ones
breath says more about
one’s life than anything
When one sighs its
sign is exasperation when
one heaves its exhaustion
when one snores its
sleep when one yawns
its tired and when
one simply and quietly
and rhythmically breathes its
as peaceful and calm
as the surf rolling
onto shore and kissing
the sand quickly and
retreating embarrassed only to
do it again over
and over without shame
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 