Hoosier Poet

Friday, March 27, 2026

Returned

I shake off the dust
from the last state from my shoes
as I arrive Home.

Trolls

Swarmed by Trolls today,
forced to block and delete them
due to slurs and threats.

Weeping Ghosts

Ghosts of the past
stand amidst modern designs,
weeping at "Progress".

Late check-in

A late stroll at night,
Fresh space to smoke my cigar
And try to relax.

Second Place

Walking with my son,
as stars and moon disappear...

we race against rain.

One of those days

Feeling off-kilter,
I want to move, but I don't
So I must force it...

Disconnected

A day on the road,
Then a trek through the forest,
A whole world away...