#christmastime
Chaos is like...
Winds stampeding the shoreline —
Things flying everywhere
And sand that ends up in places where’s there’s no horizon.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
Before that August--
(strange month echo)--
bloomed in the east
sunrise bomb sunset dawn
you sometimes
rose
(unbidden)
to the surface
of my mind.
These were some of my triggers:
Calgary (always Calgary)
me too
Christmastime.
And all the times you attempted
to reach out to me
(sucker punch sleep ****
And then that August--
(good mornin' bombshell)
the news--
for shame.
For I had fallen for the lie
(while you talked all the while
in your human voice).
So you like 'em young.
So you like it rough.
August sun beat me down.
It took this glaring
of a light
to show me
the darkest of men's natures--
and that I knew them
intimately.
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 7:55 PM UTC
'tis a season for joy
a season for-
jolly good times with loved ones held dear
ornaments to display our holiday cheer
yuletide carols sung for a King so near
a season for-
jubilation found in selfless opportunities
optimistic spirits filled with generosity
young and old to gather in community
where no matter-
gender or age
culture or race
poor or wealthy
sick or healthy
no matter your circumstance
you can still choose
joy
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC