This is a poem telling my now ex-friend that he should leave me alone and stay away from me because of his immaturaty and ignorrance. If you have a frined who doesn't know when enough is enough (or has at least comprehended the moral of The Cat in The Hat by Dr. Seuss), unfriend him/her and never talk to them or make eye contact again. Or at least until they've learned to grow up. If they persist on wanting to be your friend again before they mature, put a restraining order on them or call the police for involuntary harassment. That's what I would do, but it's really your call.

A few days later and it is unthinkable. Pray for Boston

From the BTRIOLOGY Collection

Someday- somehow.

Another lost poem floating out there

Reconstructive surgery of my poetry- lost but some found

What a journey- huh?

Minute and powerful- the erosion of dreams and hope.

Gate A-11.. waiting in cleveland.

Lost and found pieced together the lost BTriology files... or a shell of them

Poem for National Poetry Month

Mission Community: In Colorado Springs the Ministry of Leadership and Communications can be found sharing espresso drinks and watching the roasting process and meeting neighbors, friends and learning what community building is. One of our common unions is the love for coffee and fellowship. Brett Bixler and the people who work with him, invite you to get a coffee drink and when you say, "I am part of The Front Range community," and show a picture on your cell phone of the Front Range, get a 5% discount. Mission Coffee Roasters located at Voyager and Ridgeline (three blocks North of Interquest), with a great view of the Front Range. Open at 7 in the morning Monday thru Saturday, "really good coffee, with a mission." For more e-mail missioncoffee@juno.com.

This sounds like a Taylor Swift lyric!

Last night I made bangers wrapped in tattie scones. The scones are ancient to Scotland. my grandmother taught us how they were done- great memories.

Another one of those stories songs - from the news

This is a poem about how women should identify themselves as.

This is a poem written about someone having suicidal thoughts and those around them desperatly trying to help them see that they are worth so much more. Hope you all like.

feeling slone

A Girl's Faith

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox More of the necessary....

Heading out in this Advent season. So much more to the meaning this year of preparing in hope, peace, love and joy.

I hope you hear him calling- this season.

Another poem about Newtown.

This began as a good samaritan type of deal and turned into something much harder to talk about.

A clear people message here with brain and heart surgery to clean the gunk out of our minds and hearts.

Written for a best friend... I haven't expected that I'll fall for her :)