NaPoWriMo 2026 Day 25

 Metaphors and definitions


Ancestors are dangerous. They share 

their DNA strands that strangled weaker 

links, a viper coiled to strike and constrictor 

coiled around. Familiar landscapes not trees 

but bushes rotting in a swamp. The fruit small 

and imperfect. Long hair swinging in the lust 

of msn, you are not their invitation, you are comfort 

and ease of care. Brush and twist with no worries. 

Strength is standing on the edge of the fifth story 

school roof looking down at the parking lot below 

thinking whose car would be crushed by the fall. 

Being human on stage with an audience of five 

hundred peer advocates listening to poetry 

about homelessness beats the ancestral drum. 

Lub dub, Lub dub, Lub, dub. And we are family.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

We Released a Sea Turtle Today

Image
In Memory of Michael Joseph Westergren We released a sea turtle today. It did not hurry. The waves waited. It moved with slow resolve, across sand  that burned underfoot, toward a home  it never stopped carrying inside itself. Not once did it turn back. It breathed the air, as all sea turtles must. Like a promise held  too long, then finally, let go. We watched the tide claim it one breath,  its shape folding into water, as if  it had never been anything else. They say Kemp’s Ridleys nearly disappeared, strangled by nets they couldn’t see, forgotten  by systems they trusted. Still, they returned. Still, they nested. Still, they swam. So did Mike, a man with a heart, opened, twice once by scalpel, once by grief and closed again only after it had poured out everything. He knew the way back: to Corpus, to family, to sand and sky and song. He breathed deeply  when he could, and fiercely when he couldn’t. He wore no armor but a bowtie, spoke plainly, and ju...
Read more

A good woman's love

Image
  with a good woman’s love he left                     that life behind        and died                     an honorable death in the bedroom                     that was mine
Read more

Morning Spigot

  I was challenged to blow up a condom in Church. demonstrate durability and strength of lambskin not fleece. Look where Pride has brought us from ancient Egypt or Greece, Intestines or bladders tied neatly with a bow, now latex, is generally the way to go, unless you're allergic, then alternatives are there, including vegan if you still care, rubbers save grace while saving the world from the whoops there's a kid or a sex organ burled.   sexual safety a labor of love put on prophylactic balloons
Read more