Hollow Point

Guns are designed to do one thing, kill.
Thoughts and prayers ring hollow after a mass shooting.
Maybe thoughts and prayers should be included in the sale of every gun.

Round and Round

Cycles of light, cycles of darkness, round and round we go.  Turning on our axis, not straying from our orbit, round and round we go.  Progressives and Conservatives pass through the political turnstile.  Round and round we go.  We are the proverbial dog chasing their tail.  Are you seeing a pattern here?  We’re barking up the wrong tree.

A Robin Hood Tale Like No Other

Like an arrow shot from a bow, “The Gest of Robyn Hode and Little Joan According to Alaina of Dale” flies swiftly, arcs gently and hits the mark. This reinventing of Robin Hood takes the titular character back to their roots in the early ballads, but with a twist. Robyn is a girl that identifies as a boy. Little Joan is a nine year old girl cared for by Wilma the woman in scarlet. They are joined by Much, the developmentally challenged miller’s son and Tuch, a forest priest in haircloth alb. Banding together they forge out a living in the greenwood as outlaws and their adventures would become legend.

NaPoWriMo Day 10 Results

The Crux
by T J Therien
Humanity stands at a crucial junction
In the roundhouse of the impending
To escape this nexus of dysfunction
The entire apple cart needs upending
Without cutting off the hand offending
We need to break free from this strangle-hold
Dispel the illusion of wealth and gold
Give up this addiction to self-extreme
It won’t be easy, if the truth be told
It will take much more than a viral meme

NaPoWriMo Day 9 Results

Getting Old
by T J Therien
 
And so another morning breaks
Another day Time will whittle
Every joint in the body aches
There’s no reprise, no acquittal
The skin thins and bone grows brittle
Arteries clog, the breath shallows
On the slow march to the gallows
On the turning of dusty page
The sun sets on dusky hallows
Everyone must acquiesce to age

NaPoWriMo Day 8 Results

Dog Eat Dog
by T J Therien
 
Sinister capitalistic cabals
Have introduced their greatest creation
Socio-economic cannibals
Boiling down the human population
In the briny broth of exploitation
The caldron bubbles, they will eat you whole
The Devil cackles as you sell your soul
The consequence, greater than realized
Having crossed that bridge, having paid that toll
You’ve been indoctrinated and desensitized