Baby Times Are A Comin

So, this is really happening. No way around it—my fiancé and I are going to become parents in just a few short months. We’re filled with a sense of excitement, and also a bit of the nervous jitters. This is so new to us. This is Amber, my fiancé: She’s carrying our son, Noah Delmar. Noah doesn’t know this yet, but mommy and daddy are working very hard to give him a good home. Both of us are graduate students working on our masters degree. Mommy is majoring in healthcare administration, and daddy…well, he’s pursing an MFA degree in creative…

Mr. Dimpleton

Call me Mr. Dimpleton My friends know me, simply As Hucklebee; the best Simply at everything. Or Rather I am better than— You; a worker bee like myself Strong, sharp, and quick Too quick! Not for me Because…well, I’m Hucklebee Anything you can do—did it Done it, even if I haven’t Of course I will tell a lie I’m the best; the greatest Oh, you Skype? Me too Simpletons; they believe Anything I say—must be true So true. It’s so simple, then— Call me, Hucklebee Dimpleton   Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Social Media or Social Life

The world today is much more different than it was 20 years ago. For that matter, it’s more different than it was yesterday. Social media has become the center around our daily lives, so much…that we removed ourselves from living them. When I was in high school, sometime in the late 90’s, mobile phones did not exist; at least not in the sense that they do today. Back then, we communicated either through landlines; home phones or public coin operated phones. What that meant was—you couldn’t travel any further with your conversation than the length of the phone cord. Yes,…

A Lover’s Bond

What does it mean to be someone’s lover? To truly love someone. To be inside of that person both mentally and emotionally. The physical aspect is obvious. But, how do you establish a bond beyond the physical—into the ethereal. It sounds fictional. But, I thought about what it means to be a lover while sitting in my cubicle at work today. I though about my fiancé; how I kissed her goodbye this morning, how I sent her texts throughout the day, or how after arriving back home I listened to how her day went. I do these things instinctively. Not…

Goodbye Letter

The pen dances to the beat of my heart I worry you can’t read this Scribble; written in the dark I want you to understand why—why this   Before you I was me—broken Pieces discarded into the thinness of air Another man’s lure of promises; stolen As if he didn’t even care   Black and blues almost every day Myself I blamed; Instead of hating him Whatever the reason—we seem to stay Even though a future seems vague and dim   When someone breaks your heart—it hurts A dozen million pieces aren’t the same What he did; it was worse…