For my 2016 writing project, I’ve decided to write a single line of poetry every day for an entire year. Below, is June’s poem. Enjoy!


A crack runs through the windshield.

This is how life goes.

Perhaps, a metaphor for something bigger.



We move down the road;

Drinking in the scenery like quiet passengers.

Our view is obstructed though.



A crack runs through the windshield.

A tear cuts across me too.

Perhaps, neither shall be repaired.



Travel provides life lessons.

These vistas seen at 70 MPH matter.

Who is sitting next to you matters more.



A crack runs through the windshield.

No break found in the rearview;

Future and past boldly symbolic.



I grab his hand.

In the safety of this car, there is no one to judge.

Our love is left alone.



A crack runs through the windshield.

I don’t belong to this fate.

This wasn’t meant to be my life.



The highway won’t claim me.

It will set me free.

Unbound, hovering over yellow stripes.



A crack runs through the windshield.

We are defined by the optical illusion.

Things could be worse.



We are finally free.

He will forever be mine.

Cracks can be repaired.

For my 2016 writing project, I’ve decided to write a single line of poetry every day for an entire year. Below, is May’s poem. Enjoy!

City streets littered with couples holding hands,
But we aren't one of them.
We can't be.
These streets are Titanic safe.
False promises are everywhere you look;
People who support as long as they don't have to watch.

We are always made to feel like the other.
If they could see us at home,
Maybe all would be different.
They would see themselves.
Simply, a couple.

So, we walk down city streets like friends.
Our expressions stand as the only truth.

We are new to this world.
Perhaps our courage will grow.
Maybe self-advocacy is to be had still.
This feels like someone else's war.
Our armor remains in the closet.
We escaped long ago!
All I want is to grab his hand.

My love shows in other ways.
Power is always on display.
The public can't take that away from me.
My love is real.

City streets are war zones.
We are merely soldiers of the sidewalk.
Our only goal is the destination;
Often, simply, returning home.
There is safety and security.
There love flourishes.
Just as it should.

For my 2016 writing project, I’ve decided to write a single line of poetry every day for an entire year. Below, is April’s poem. Enjoy!

Salvation was offered in the Safeway check-out line today.
It was delivered in the form of presumed morality.
Letting someone cut in line never seemed so significant.
I had to stand for what I believe,
Even if it meant denying who I used to be.

I believe in mankind.
I believe in shared humanity.
I believe your pain belongs to me.
My pain is your burden.
Our lives are shared.

For some, this message is too simple.
They are consumed with the folly of man.
All they ever see is sin.
Life is not that simple.
Man is machine complex.

He is built to be good.
Often, his selfishness rules the day.
Yet, his core is constructed to care.
His actions define the day.
As a species, he may disappoint you.
As an individual, I see potential.

I defend the human race.
I am a proud member of it.

Religion drove me to this point.
Towers falling forced me to look away.
I told the man in line the same thing.
He probably doubts my belief in humanity too!
Yet, I press forward.
Doing the absolute best I can.
I expect you to do the same.

For my 2016 writing project, I’ve decided to write a single line of poetry every day for an entire year. Below, is March’s poem. Enjoy!

A lust for travel.
Open road as religion.
Rubber and road offering redemption.

I couldn’t imagine anyone else by my side.
Attacking this world together.
We leave a mark everywhere we go.
Here is somewhere that once seemed like nowhere.
You are someone who once seemed like no one.

All is different now behind this wheel.
Everything and anything seems possible.

With vastness before us,
Space begins to open all around.
We are defining the world on our terms.
The stars hang above like a summer, revival canopy.
Here we are to receive a message;
A message to be shared far and wide,
As if from the mouth of God!

Your life is not your own.
It is meant to be shaped by experiences.
It is meant to be shared.
Make it a memorable one.

This road has an ending though.
Soon, the realness of life will return.
We do ourselves justice to remember this sense of freedom.
We do ourselves service to remember the love.
At times, it will be all that we have.
But it will always be what we need.
Just remember the open road.
Just be here in this moment.

For my 2016 writing project, I’ve decided to write a single line of poetry every day for an entire year. Below, is February’s poem. Enjoy!

Love is no longer a fleeting feeling.
It is here and it is real.
Love required the patience of cosmos beginning to form.
It demanded an evolution of who I am.

Love was worth waiting for.
You were worth the time it took to find something real.
Love was like an invitation from a long lost friend.
One day it quietly arrived in the mail.
To my surprise, it was addressed to me.

Love is standing before me.
It shall not waiver.
It shall not falter.
I shall do my best to be worthy of your gifts.

I am worthy.
I am worthy of love.
We all are.
We are all worthy of love.

We all deserve someone who takes our breath away.
I count myself lucky to have stumbled across such a person.
I find myself struggling to still catch my breath.
It is going to be this way for a long time.

I hope true love shall visit your door.
This life is meant to be shared.
The joy you will encounter is too much for one person.
So too is the pain.

Find love in all that you do.
Give it everywhere you go.
Allow it to be the freest of gifts.
Love for your soul.

A new blank page.
A chance to begin anew.
Fresh starts can be filled with fear.
They can also present hope misplaced.
Opportunities seem boundless, so calm the riot.
We have work to do.

Roll up your sleeves and attack the new year.
Attack with the force of guided truth.
Your force shall be your guide.
We are equipped to move mountains;
If only we believe it to be true.

The days ahead are your weapons.
Guard them with your life.
We are promised our fair share, but not tomorrow.
Remember that as you move forward.

I will be there to protect you.
Just call on me.
We will boldly go together;
Moving toward the dawn of a new day.
Always with the thought of what is possible before us.
Achieving and failing as we go.
Lessons learned as part of the human condition.

This, my friend, is the new year.
Don’t walk filled with daunting fear.
Walk with your head held high.
Fill it with hope.
Fill it with opportunity.
Fill it with all that you can be.

Soon, another month will be upon us.
By now, we’ve learned our time is short.
Don’t wait.

7 days ago, you were still here.
As the hours ticked away, you were consumed;
Consumed with rage and pain.
You were unable to see the future.
Soon, all would be washed away.

7 days ago, you were still here.
Blinded by the end, you calmly sat;
You sat in a field filled with nothing, but the end.
Time was not on your side.
Soon, all would be washed away.

7 days ago, you left us.
Pain breathed its last breath and you were gone;  
Gone was the disappointment and the need for forgiveness.
We rushed from every corner.
Soon, all would be washed away.

7 days ago, we were forced to hold time in our hands.
Questions that can never be answered, yet we press on;
Pressing forward to a new normal.
A place and a time without you.
Soon, all will be washed away.