Angle (an acrostic conversation)


And that’s when I asked about his heavy drinking past”

Now that’s a new one.  I never knew he did that.”

Gonna confess, he doesn’t have one”

Let me get this right, you asked someone about a past you know they didn’t have?”

Everyone has a ghost, I just picked the wrong haunted house.”

Sorry (an acrostic poem)


So, obviously I have not been posting that much to my blog lately

Oh believe me, I wanted to keep publishing every day, but I had my reasons

Reason one, my professional life has demanded more of my time

Reason two, I needed to get a bunch of stuff done around my house

Yet the time is coming where I will return.  Thank you, and please keep checking in

Dream (an acrostic poem)


Diving deep under the covers to embrace sleep

Racing into a realm of magic, wonder, and amazement

Engaging in a disastrous discussion with a pompous platypus

As the house of cards you built burns because you only had two pair…

Maybe you should have not eaten that peperoni pizza before going to bed

Inflate (an acrostic poem)

It all began with the damn balloon animals

Now it was a crazy full-scale balloon house

For goodness sake, at least he didn’t have a balloon wife

Looking back it should have been obvious

As Peter was always obsessive-compulsive

Though this was taking that compulsion to an extreme

Everyone kept waiting for it all to pop



Heat (an acrostic poem)

He couldn’t imagine being colder in that moment

Even though the flames were quite toasty

All he had wanted to do was turn the temperature up a bit

Too bad the electric heater started the house fire



Pumpkin (an acrostic poem)

Pushing his horse to go faster, Jon peered through the fog

Under the full moon, the fog formed a concealing haze

Muttering under his breath, Jon was forced to slow down

Pelting his head on a branch wouldn’t be much better than getting caught

Killed was killed, no matter which way his head crumbled

It began to clear and Jon could see the old school house.  He was almost home

Nathan found Jon’s remains mingled with those of an orange squash on the school’s wall

Shattered (an acrostic poem)

Shards fell from the mirror frame

Here goes seven years of bad luck

And yet Liz saw this as an opportunity

Too often lately life had attacked her

Tommy died in the motorcycle accident

Eventually she had lost the house

Recovering from the depression was almost the worst part

Even now it peaked out from behind her eyes, but she blinked it away

Deftly she scooped up the shards and arranged them artfully to reflect her new life

Laugh (an acrostic poem)

Lisa watched the kitten stalking the piece of paper that finalized her divorce

As soon as the kitten tried to pounce, a gust of wind helped its prey escape

Unable to help help herself, Lisa guffawed

Glaring at her, the kitten sat and began to clean itself in indignant silence

Happy to give the kitten its moment, Lisa skipped her way back inside the house.

Old House

The old house had been built in the mid 1800s and through the years its soul had slowly evaporated.  First the paint had fled, running away from the blistering sun.  The windows had wept their panes of glass away, leaving empty sockets staring into the overgrown backyard.  Cold had seeped so far into the walls, that the chill was the only thing holding the place upright, and the air inside held the echo of the last person closing the door for that final time.

Yet Jacob couldn’t bring himself to tear the place down.  His great great grandfather had built it, and so it was a part of the family.  He just wished there was an old house home he could send this particular one to and only visit it on Christmas and its birthday.  It would have made life so much easier.  Instead the fencing people were coming tomorrow to install a fence to hide the eyesore.  It was cheaper that way.  Jacob turned back to his house, built on the property just a couple of years ago, and smiled.   That will never happen to my house he thought as he stretched and walked back down the hill.  My house will last forever.