Big C On Death’s Creek Healing

We live on Death’s Creek
where folks get sick. Should we leave?
Or work to heal it?

Childhood Memories: Haiku

So many of my/
best memories feature you./
I wish to make more.

When you write about/
feeling bad, you miss feeling/
all God’s joy and peace.

It’s easy to get/
insulted. You just decide/
that you want to be.

Women stand in my
past and now, witness to my
dumb interference.

I’ve offered thoughts,
unrequested. If it’s not
my business, why speak?

Do I wallow? Or
do I just keep getting taught
truths of how I’m dumb.

Once more, I’ve come up
with a good idea thought
foolish. I’m common.

You appear out of

nowhere, preying on my past.

Fail I? Yes … then NO.

She wrote down all his

follies, never seeing how

hard he was caring.