I've been experiencing a resurgence of wanting to create more poems with my Magnetic Poetry tiles. For me, choosing the words is akin to an artist deciding on which colors will work best on the canvas. The exact word I want to use may not be available to me so I either choose a synonym or rephrase the sentence using the words available to me. Most often, either choice reflects a deeper meaning than what I originally intended. Lately, I've considered adding some color to my usual black and...

I woke up the morning of February 28th to learn that we were at war with Iran. The following poem begged to be born.

A believer cannot doubt exoneration. For God hailed ignoramuses, junkies, killers, lunatics, murderers, narcissists... or perhaps quiet redemption saved them. Understanding venomous ways exalts your zenith.