Posts (an acrostic poem)


Putting her words out there in the interwebs

Opened herself up to all sorts of criticism

She smiled as she watched her retweets and replies exploded

The more she yanked their chains, the more they gave her satisfaction

So she cracked her knuckles and began her next trolling

Swipe (an acrostic poem)


Striking him across the face gave her satisfaction

Which brought all activity in the room to a halt

It caused him to hesitate to react to her attack

Pirouetting away from him, she stormed her way out

Everything had gone to plan.  No one would question if she had stolen anything.

A Bedtime Story

I want to have an affair.  I love my wife, but there comes a time when everyone wonders what life looks like on the other side. I want to be able to fall into my lover’s arms at night and feel deep satisfaction.  I want to be oblivious to kids, problems at work, and paying my bills.  I’m so worn down by life.  I just want to get close and intimate in a way I haven’t known in years.  Is it really too much to ask for?  Am I a bad person for wanting to have an affair, with sleep?