• This Would Be In Character…If Edgar Allen Poe Wrote It.


    The not-so nursery rhyme everyone was expecting of me. Maybe I should go to Baltimore and put this on his tombstone. Funnily enough, his moment of death was two days ago (at the time of me writing this).


    The Tale Of Deborah Downs

    Deborah Downs is a girl who failed to make her mama all too proud

    Mrs.Downs didn’t make a sound

    Mr.Downs couldn’t even bother to just be around

    That’s just how life goes for Deborah Downs

    Word around town is that Deborah makes babies frown

    Since she put her own mother in the ground

    Word around town is that Deborah made the horses leap from the Merry-go-round

    As soon as she rode it, the ride broke down

    Word around town is that Deborah makes all the priests repent and bow down

    As if satan himself gave her the thorny crown

    One day, Deborah became tired of being put in the dog pound

    She was not of her name, sick of the put-downs

    So she decided she would put herself down

    Her tomb reads:

    “Here Lies Deborah Downs, Even God Can Be A Clown.”

    This was the tale of Deborah Downs


    It just sneaks up on me. A itch I just can’t scratch. Until I scratch the paper (or keyboard).

    Written on October 9th, 2024

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  • 1 Corinthians 16:14


    Like many other poets, philosophers, and neurotics of the Earth. I attempted to define what love is. My definition lies below:


    Sum Of My Five Parts:

    If love had a whiff to it, I would note it to orange blossoms and vanilla.
    If you daubed it behind your ears, the flowers would be envious!

    If love had a color to it, I would picture it to be a toffee brown.
    If you decided to paint a mural, you could view the entire world!

    If love had a flavor to it, I would savor it to mashed potatoes and gravy.
    If you wanted to host Thanksgiving, you can’t go wrong with a perfect pairing!

    If love had a song to it, I would melodize it to the drum of a beating heart.
    If you attempted to compose your own rhythm, it will go number one on the charts!

    If love had a feel to it, I would caress it as if it were a smooth pearl.
    If you drill for every last jewel, they wouldn’t even be worth as much as a clamshell!

    The sum of my five parts is God-given.
    And God gave me all of the sense to love you!


    Written on March 12th, 2024

    Sunshine Signing Off, Until We Meet Again!

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