A Little Help From My Friends

I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad
Where the West was all but won
All alone, smoking his last cigarette
I said, “Where’ve you been?” He said, “Ask anything.”
Where were you, when everything was falling apart.
All my days were spent by the telephone that never rang
And all I needed was a call that never came
To [...]

Hold Me Tight

This entry was written the morning after my mom died.  This was the day after I had arrived in Paducah, and just a few hours before I was to be at the funeral home for the visitation.  I really didn’t feel like publishing it on the day I wrote it.  I can’t really explain why, [...]