Category: Poetry

The irony is not lost on me–how when I was wandering all those years in the darkness–I felt nothing

The following is a poem I wrote for my daughters, who are learning firsthand how despite best laid plans, life has an agenda all its own. Just when you have it all figured out just when you’ve got what you want you confidently stride into the batter’s box and are called upon to bunt. This is life And so it goes With little warning  (or maybe no) something will happen On this you can trust Your plans will change  and…

Women are weak, everyone says Even from men you would least expect Every day a woman gets upset Over not being good enough or not looking her best Because that’s what people see But you know what’s really deep? Women are what MADE you Without us who ARE you? Women are the reason you are here And we don’t shame you Women are the future, we’ve made it this far I walk in school everyday with fear in my heart…

Whenever I shave my face these days I wish my razor was a sculptor’s rasp — smoothing deep lines in my forehead removing excess skin from my jaw exposing my lines from 1999 with an expert flick of the blade. * Then I’d spray paint my hair black and walk around like I was immortal, until tomorrow’s shave. *** Jim

I’ve never been the kind of writer who writes himself into a corner. I make my living in the world of branding and advertising using words and concepts to get people to think about things differently, and yes to buy stuff. I’ve written for brands ranging from luxury automobiles to companies that repurpose shipping containers. I’ve written billboards, radio, internet, and direct mail, and many other platforms. I’ve written to audiences who are at the top 1%, to people who…

What value an artist born hairless and pink raised in the same lane as the rest of us and somehow set free to turn away. – People aren’t people no one’s unique we each serve a purpose and it’s not what you think so before you get ideas about turning your hair blue consider your status as a freak who doesn’t belong. – And don’t give me that shit about how you’re different You are no different than the rest…