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...
A new #poem for you... about being 46, single and feeling a little blue. As one does. "Jabberwocky blues" was written on January 13, 2022 in my poetry book for Jan-Mar 2022, 'New Season.' -BB
For your perusal is this turbulent poem from way back in August 1999, when I was a drug addict, living on the streets of Dallas. (It originally appeared on my blog, Ballistik, on LiveJournal, where I used to blog for 10 years, from 1995-2005.) This poem was written five years after my dear friend Kevin drowned in a hot tub in 1994. I was going through drug withdrawals at the time and was contemplating suicide when I wrote this. (I've been clean for 21 years so this is no longer who I am, but I just thought I'd share. We all have our rock bottom, and this was one of mine.) -BB
The following poem was written about 5 minutes ago. (Not kidding!) I've had many mixed feelings as far as this pandemic goes. I've cried, I've laughed, I've slept out of boredom, I've taken up walking the neighborhood with my dogs, I've thought every 5 minutes about Dad and how much I miss his phone calls,... Continue Reading →
This year has been one of the most turbulent and chaotic for me. I lost my Dad this past Summer, and that was a heartwrenchingly-grueling experience, to say the least, but peaceful, as well. As my family and I were still dealing with his loss, I graduated from college this past October and while that... Continue Reading →
Hey, universe. Just an update. (I'm pissed at you, by the way. I told a co-worker earlier... "The Universe is on my shit list! I don't like how it's behaving and it can go screw itself!" So.. since Dad died... I've noticed that I've been withdrawing from society and I've begun to slowly seperate myself... Continue Reading →
So, two days ago, it was two months since Dad passed away and left us. I'll say right now that it's the most difficult thing I've ever had to deal with in life, but I have absolutely zero regrets. That's very important. While Dad was here, I spent many vacation hours and tons of gas... Continue Reading →