Jukebox Friday

It’s the last Friday of June, National Pride Month. I couldn’t resist a jukebox poem to get everyone ready to…

Keep Her Safe

Punctures, strangleholds Nobody likes her angry Won’t do what she’s told. © 2022 | K.Hartless A haiku for my own healing.…

Do You Think?

Do you think you can tellthe knife from the gun,thick forest from seas,the ticks from the fleas,or are the details…

Late Night Haiku

It’s that icky sort of evening when you realize your government has officially taken away your constitutional right to choose.…

Cotton Picker

I don’t know whyI rememberthe claustrophobic cotton fieldsof the burning August South,stalks seven to eight feet high.I’m not Black,African-American,descendant of…

Live Poetry Reading

It was such a pleasure to attend part of the launch party for the anthology: Wounds I Healed: The Poetry…

Friday Night Jukebox

Mix together music, poetry, and angst and you’ve got? Friday Night Jukebox. A new bit where I write some free verse…

Fairytale Love

A dear friend of mine, Christina Howell, published a creative nonfiction article recently entitled True Love, Fairy Tales, and George…