Poetry

Looking for poems?

If you’re one of the three visitors to my blog brave enough to read the poetry I occasionally inflict on the unsuspecting public, and if you’re looking for more of the same torture, then mosey along to The Poetry Hut. I moved the writing stuff over there to spare the other four visitors that were scared away. (Please come back.)

Disclaimer: If you do head over there to read some poems, please try not to read too much into them. I don’t want to get emails from family members or friends wondering if I’m okay, or asking me if I’m hiding some dark, depressing secret in the recesses of my soul. Really, very little of what I write is autobiographical. Mostly, it’s a function of me being a sap and getting overly emotionally involved in movies I watch or books I read or the latest long distance telephone company commercial. Then my mind runs with it and imagines all sorts of scenarios, dialogues, and surprise endings.

Think of it like some sort of choose-your-own-adventure melodrama in my head. There truly is a mess of hyperactive imagination pulses going haywire in my brain. But it’s kinda fun. And sometimes tingly.