She Asked: “Does Dying Hurt?” Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Of course dying hurts./
The hearts of those who love you/
*are ripping apart.
OR
*are in agony.

Caring: Romantic Email Poetic Lament

She claimed she cared for me

but what did she ever see

of my kids’ agony?

My lack of destiny?
My parents elderly?

Courtroom travesty?

Lack of money?

My self-destructive propensity?

She only cared

that for her I was there

when she was needy.

Why I Write: Revolutionary IMprov Sonnet

I write because
I can’t stop.
It feels like me
to birth word-thoughts

Live into the universe,
screaming like newborns
with energy, life
and emotion.

If I were to cease,
like a woman in mid-labor cries,
I would scream in agony,
convulse, and die.

Not wanting to be found dead,
I choose to dream and write instead.