April Poem A Day Challenge Day eight Rejection Poem. About being rejected due to not fitting in.

As The bodies sleep, paper stacks.

Manigault gets the shock of his life….What’s he going to do, now?

A heist of retro- proportions takes place. A writer’s office is violated. What could happen next?

A poem about one of top Mexican boxers.

Are you in control of the TV or is it in control of you?

Every one knows of a shy, closed up person. This shy person is like a dusty box in the corner — only allowing a few trusting people in to see the happiness, the smiles, the sunshine. There will always be a box in a dark corner collecting dust.

Seasonal Poetry, Christmas. A Christmas story.

A poem I wrote when I was going through a depressing time.

Life for want of a box; seems somewhat ironic that I am surrounded by boxes at work and no I don’t work at a funeral parlor; I work at Kohl’s. Grisly Load – A Process… most days I empty boxes of crap and all I want to do is curl up in one and die.