Teenager reclassified — a poem
“Teens” were coined when I was a teen
meaning those who were not-quite-human
yet.
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If you only knew — a poem
Mother (as we called her then) had lost her friend her dear friend Verity had died and Celia was sad. Three days later in the dead of night she had a visitation. Verity stood at the end of her bed laughing and laughing and laughing and shining with delight. Celia was enraged. “How dare you […]
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Three score years and ten — a poem
That’s enough said Celia our mother.
The Bible says
that three score years and ten
is our fair share of life, our span.
How old is old enough? A poem
Everyone knows it’s best to be young—
or do they? Even a three-year-old knows how
to summon the ultimate insult
The theology of hell — a poem
I was worried. I was seven
and Daddy (as we called him then)
was tucking me into bed.
I was worried about hell.