Stories

The title of this tribute is simply the Jewish word for remembrance. These tributes are or can be given throughout the first year of passing, in honor of the deceased. I thought a fitting way to honor Carlos. I'm honored to share my reflections as part of this community whom Carlos was so proud to be a part of.

Raw. These poems should be read by no one. A follow-up of Summer 2020 – Hell in a Handbasket

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**Warning: Anger ahead**

Autobiographical in nature, some chapters told through an attempt at a chiasmus. My thoughts and feelings on life, based upon my own experience.

Reading chapters in order is unnecessary.

Poems for National Poetry Writing Month, 2018

These are some poems I wrote about a time in my life in my mid-teens, that was both painful and scarey for a young boy. I was facing both death and rejection. My grandfather had a lake we would go to and fish. But there were times I would go alone to just think and sort through everything happening in my life. This is my way of saying that if we would just stop and think our way through things, there is no mountain we cannot climb or no goal we cannot reach.

We sometimes miss out on the special things in life, but we do get something extra in life. We get our own coming out story which is sometimes very sad, sometimes really happy, but always uniquely our own.

We give you twenty-four bits and pieces of all flavors to celebrate the most mystical time of the year.

A man comes out in middle age after dealing with guilt from a decades-long relationship with his married best friend.

Welcome! To a place where it walks like a poetry and other writings, quack like one but does not sit like poetry.

There is no aim for this writing.

The heavens are vast and full of unknown.

Contain things that are not poetry.

This is a short written by my farmhand.
Its not beta'ed or editted.
But he asked me to post it.