Do More

When I sailed with a sailor
She out-sailed me.

When I danced with a dancer
He out-danced me.

In fact,
Every time I do with a doer
They outdo me.

It’s not because they’re smarter.
Not that their brains work harder.
It’s because they’re doing
All those things that I’m not doing
When all I’m doing
Is thinking.


*In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Brain Power.”



“That’s the thing about girls.
Every time they do something pretty,
even if they’re not much to look at,
or even if they’re sort of stupid,
you fall in love with them,
and then you never know where the hell you are.

Jesus Christ.
They can drive you crazy.
They really can.”

― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye


*In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Connect the Dots.”

Lyrics That Resonate

Sometimes you picture me –
I’m walking too far ahead
You’re calling to me, I can’t hear
What you’ve said –
Then you say – go slow –
I fall behind –
The second hand unwinds

If you’re lost you can look – and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you – I’ll be waiting
Time after time

After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows – you’re wondering
If I’m OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time –

– Cyndi Lauper (Time After Time)

When I was born, they looked at me and said
what a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.
And when you were born, they looked at you and said,
what a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl.

We’ve got these chains that hang around our necks,
people want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same,
when temptation calls, we just look away.

This name is the hairshirt I wear,
and this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.
This song is the cross that I bear,
bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me,
be with me tonight,
I know that it isn’t right, but be with me tonight.

– Bare Naked Ladies (What a Good Boy)


*In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Audience of One.”

Shall We Dance?

I see you
standing over there,
across the room,
chatting up
some other guy.

Look my way.
See me now.
Catch my smile.
I’ll show you how

we dance together
on different sides
of the same room.

I’m not ignoring you.
You aren’t ignoring me.
We’re just learning
and practicing
how to love
in time and space;
across this vast
and wonderfully open

Now take my hand.
Let’s go ’round again.
One more time.
One more spin.

Catcher In The Rye

“If you really want to hear about it,
the first thing
you’ll probably want to know
is where I was born,
and what my lousy childhood was like,
and how my parents were occupied
and all
before they had me,

and all that David Copperfield kind of crap,

but I don’t feel like going into it,
if you want to know
the truth.”

– JD Salinger

*In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Call Me Ishmael.”

Outside Your Door

Only a fool
would love anyone
more than he loved

you felt the need
to ask this fool,
“Would you choose God
over me?”

“Every time.”
I regretfully replied.

I, the fool,
had never heard
a woman cry
like you cried
that night.

Asked to leave,
I gathered up
my things
and closed your door,
but quickly realized
I had nowhere else
I wanted to be more.

There was no place
I’d rather be
than sitting outside your door
listening to you breathe.


*In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “In Good Faith.”


If I could
I would never again
cause you pain

If only I were able
I would never
let you down

In a perfect world
I would always know
what to say or do

You’d never feel jealous
You would never feel betrayed
And the butterflies in your stomach
would be eager

not afraid

Love is not a skill I have yet mastered
But I continue to practice everyday

*In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “I Got Skills.”