Tuesday, November 30, 2010


I keep coming back.
In spite of myself at times
penning my rhymes in the night
right up until the early hours,
hopping in for a shower
and heading off to work.
Sometimes berserk; a jerk
of outrageous fortune,
torturing my muse to
respond with something new.
Evey day in April,
every day in November.
And every day in between,
I have developed a keen
poetic sense, relieving
tension, and not to mention
expressing, in a non-oppressive way.
You would think I'd have learned.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010


                                                                                               done this
                                                                                         for many years.
                                                                               Tell me why I’ve never
                                                                             noticed before. Why is it
                                                                    even the naughty ones get nice
             at                                                this time of year? I don’t mind, since
           it                                             means they want to get on my good side.
        Tell                            me why that is? I understand that every child, woman
     and                             man, don’t always believe in me, but I can see the good-
    ness in                      every person. I really do know. It’s a talent passed down
       from                       generations of Clauses. A telepathy maybe, or a knack. A
         crick in my back, or a tingle in my fingers. It lingers throughout the year
            and I hear a voice in my head that fills me instead with a compassion.
              I fasten my belt and get down to business. And my business has al-
               ways been Christmas. On the Eve of my big day, the elves load all
   of                                     the                                 gifts
  in                                       to                                   this
 sl                                         ei                                    gh.
  Then it’s up, up and away. Tell me why you still believe? I am Santa!!!!!