A few poems and two comments
“Reaching” by yours truly
Reaching out
(Over-reaching?)
Leave no doubt.
“I went too far,” –Aurora
“What’s this all about?”
Reaching.
“Scratches” by yours truly
Scars on my desk,
Things I confessed.
Only small scratches on wood.
We all have them
On our bodies too.
And in a way it helps me write
All night, alL night.
Flashlight.
“Nails” by yours truly
Pulling you off with my fingernails.
You know what it entails.
Hold onto the handrails
As you climb the stairs.
My stares. Meant just gazes, but they can lead to crazes.
I still love you.
Two comments
I don’t mind paying some money to publish. I am not Stephen King. Ha ha. But the annoying thing when you self-publish is you have to deal with so many companies: a publisher, a marketer, a website host, and some others.
I have said before I do not really remember Mass sermons well, even if they are good. This one seemed to be about Doubting Thomas again. What it is the difference between doubt and belief?