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Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Marathon Boston The: 2nd Anniversary

This is a poem I wrote the day after the Boston Marathon bombings. The photo was taken a few years ago. To honor and pay tribute to the victims on the second anniversary of the attacks, I put the two together. #BostonStrong






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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

A Spring Morning

This is a piece I thought up a few years back while on my way into work one morning. With nothing but farm fields between my house and my former place of employment, it made for some pretty spectacular sunrises, especially during the changing seasons. The sunrise photo is one I shot with my cell phone a year or two prior to writing the poem. Back then, I was actually on my way home from work as I was on a third shift schedule.





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Monday, March 2, 2015

In Memory of Wade

This is a tribute to my step-dad on the one year anniversary of his death. If you didn't know Wade, he was a long time cook at a restaurant here in Montrose, MI. Knowing that, this tribute will make a little more sense to you all. Wade was one of the greatest guys I've ever known and I miss every single thing about him. Wish you were still here, Wade. Love you, Dad. 

(Wade, with grandchildren, Jace and Lorelai-Christmas time 2013)

In Memory of Wade

An extra large cheeseburger pizza
Or a juicy triple cheese delight
These are the things I miss eating
When you’d cook for us at night

A handful of shredded mozzarella
I know that sounds odd and weird
Bake me up spaghetti or lasagna
And that pasta instantly disappeared

Crispy grilled cheese and fries
The greatest comfort for your soul
To always make us feel better
You served chicken noodle in bowl

Party food and sizzling appetizers
Like cheese sticks and onion rings
Or snacks for all the biggest games
Consisting of nachos and wing dings

I could always go for your breakfast
Like a western omelet without the meat
Or eggs, toast, hash browns and sausage
Tasting your food again would be a treat

It’s not only just about the food though
It’s about all the memories shared
The great times in that old restaurant
That were created through the years

I was always doing these odd jobs
To try and make you very proud
Like fold thousands of pizza boxes
And bus tables when you had a crowd

I remember sitting, drinking coffee
With you and your crazy Montrose friends
It’s the one thing that I don’t really miss
Since most of them are Republicans

If only it were festival weekend again
And I was helping you wash dishes
Getting paid with blueberry pancakes
Against all of my stomachs wishes

Not a single day ever goes by
Where I don’t deeply long to see
My dearest step-father, Wade
And his grease stained pocket T's

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Sunday, March 1, 2015

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Poems About Death (Week Long Series): Post #6

I wrote this piece after my step-dad was cremated. I actually wrote it for my brother-in-laws band, Apollo's Din. They're into short, unusual lyrics so I was thinking they could put some music to my poem. But just like all the other things I've written for them, they turned it down...

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Cremated

Stationary
Cemetery
Trapped inside
No sanctuary
It’s where you go
To live out your death
For eternity
Without a breath

Rotting body
Inside a box
No way to live
Even if you’re gone
But it’s where you go
To live out your death
For eternity
Without a breath

When I die
Burn my soul
Spread my ashes
Over hell
Don’t want to be buried
To live out my death
For eternity
Without a breath

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Friday, February 27, 2015

Poems About Death (Week Long Series): Post #5

This piece was by far the hardest poem about death that I have ever written. It tells the exact story of the day my step-dad passed away. It is one of the few writings that I've done where I've made myself cry. And that's about all I'm going to say about it. 

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Final Goodbye

Get the call
Dad's on deathbed
Hasn’t but an hour left
Drop it all
Rubber on road
Hadn’t seen him all week
Speed before it’s too late
Failure not an option
Park on concrete garage
Uphill incline
To facilities stench
Revolving through the doors
Rotate in
Climb to sixth floor
In room
In time
Wasn’t prepared
A haunting site
Violent gasp
Reaching for air
Mouth hanging
Full of foam
Wipe it down
Huddle around
Squeeze his hand
He feels my presence
He opens up
With little life he had
A single tear
Drips from corner
He knows I’m there
He seems relieved
Like he’s ready
Like he’s going
His blood stalls
His organs give
His soul meets peace
Dad's gone

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Thursday, February 26, 2015

Poems About Death (Week Long Series): Post #4

This is another poem that I tried to write just after my step-dad had passed away. While all of those emotions were still fresh in my mind. After the first line, however, I had no idea how to express the kinds of feelings that I had, so I put off finishing it until just very recently. I can tell you, all of those emotions were still very much there and just as hard to write about. 

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What Would It?

What would it feel like to know you were dying?
Could you hold your eyes wide open without crying?
Chemically lined
To equalize pain
Poison escalates
A slow demise
What would it feel like to know you were dying?

What thoughts would be going through your head?
Could you fall asleep at night in the comfort of your bed?
Childhood dreams
Stir life’s regrets
Your decades
Flash before you
What thoughts would be going through your head?

What would you say to the people you love most?
Could you tell them goodbye or just save it for ghost?
Cherish your time
Never let them go
Weep at the thought
Of leaving them alone
What would you say to the people you love most?

What would it feel like to know you were dying?
Could you keep fighting or just give up trying?
All deep questions
Worth pondering
Think about it
We’re all dying

What does it feel like to know you are dying?

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