Another week, another school shooting massacre. We've all become "used to it," and we never truly should. This poem came to me while walking my dogs on Memorial Day, 2022, in the aftermath of the tragedy in Uvalde, Texas, where 19 elementary school students were massacred by an 18-year-old, as well as 2 adults, while 19 cops stood nearby and did nothing for over an hour. Feel angry? You should. And you should make your voice count at the polls this year. Here's how I also deal with mine. Read on...
"Each Man for Himself (Into The Great White Fizz)" ~ YeT aNotHeR oRiginaL pOeM by Brian T. Bolding ~ Written on Thursday, 1/30/20 from 8:25 pm - 8:30 pm Enjoy! -BB- *** Each man for himself The ship is sinking The ship is… Put your memories up on that shelf And sail away into... Continue Reading →
I wrote the following earlier tonight, which is a speech for church tomorrow. This serves as 'part 2' of the previous post, but it can also stand alone. Just a update on my life and incorporated with my current reality. (Following is a Facebook post I wrote tonight about some friends who are going through... Continue Reading →
*Begin rant./* OK. I am not a politically correct Democrat from up North. No, I'm a Southern Democrat. So I'll tell it like it is, with a dose of southern shade, as expected. While I hate the negative news and negativity in general, I must express something tonight that has been killing me inside... Continue Reading →
The following story is an edited excerpt from Chapter 13, ‘Growing Pains,’ from my first novel, Sweet Pea, which I wrote from 1990-2005. It includes information from previous and later chapters, so as to convey the story best in this format. This story is a graphic and offensive, but completely true account, of a hate... Continue Reading →