Who Texts You More? Romantic ConTEXTing Iambic Poem

I’m sure there are a lot of guys /
who text you more than I./
But I doubt there are many who/
think about you/
as much as I do.

Touching A Father’s Work: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

Blessed are times we can/
reach back into the past and/
touch where* we came from.
OR
touch who we came from.

As the willows replicate,/
so do I, /
expanding my reach/
as I bow into/
and to/
the Living Water.

Even if you die/
a horrible death, have you/
lived so you’re okay?

Stop wishing for what/
isn’t yours. Claim that “stuff” which /
is your divine gift.
OR
Claim those things which/
are your divine gifts.

There are parts of my/
body I’ve never seen, yet/
they’re me. My soul, too.

As I again got/
the courage to say: “I know!”,/
others confessed, too.

Would she feed me first?/
Or her children first? Or would/
she let me feed hers?*
OR
let me feed them?

As a creative,/
should you ever stop looking/
for inspiration?
OR
As a creative,/
never retreat from searching/
for inspiration?

If we expect Him/
to “defend all our midnight/
hours”, we must stand guard.
OR
we can’t attack.