Wife Abortion Poems

A love letter not published.

I'm old now, was old ten years ago, but less in years than at present, and not too old for warm
a...

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The toxic masculinity 


The big gorilla, a silverback, found in the woods a tiny creature
it first had thought of killing, but in the tiny animal...

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To my future badass wife 
You might be reading this now or you are acting all "I hate long writings" so you just scroll pass...

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Come back home,
Another night,
Louretta, 
An unborn child

The sins of a wife 
to an unholy tribe:
You've wings that fly 
In dreams and paradise

Come back home,
Louretta!

*

A play...

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When you and your wife visited,
you shared a question asked by a pastor
of a raped
and thereby pregnant
vulnerably young and questioning parishioner.

"If your unborn child survived
his...

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Look out for the men who claim murder
Look out for the politians who claim wrong
Because those are the men driving women into walls
Those are the...

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We can't have a child.
It's not a matter of want,
of belief,
of opinion.
We cannot.

Every doctor says, my wife will die.
The child might live, or might not,
but...

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Thought Police

Be careful what you say, 
be careful who you say it to. 
It might be heard... 
by someone that does not like it!

They will...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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Safety in Hand

The raven calls my name, 
and I am afraid to answer. 
He will know all about me, 
even if I do not know...

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A Letter from Heaven!

This Poem was Inspired by My Reaction to Individuals Carrying Out Abortions on a Daily Basis, as if that New Life Had...

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Who... 

Am I. 
Am I who I am?
or, who I want to be?
The difference is in me. 
Night and day, 
not the color of my...

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Brittle Silence

It is afternoon, 
and the coffee pot was never turned off. 
It is still burning even now. 
The liquid inside... black, 
and in dire...

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Mariah was quite the painter,
oil her favorite medium,
she didn’t do postmodern crap,
old masters showed how it was done.
She made her fame doing portraits,
liked to stream,...

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Dearest love...

I play this song for you, 
even if it is hard to hear. 
I use my heart to beat... clearly, 
the rhythm of my...

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