And so I will be a ghost in my own home
Drifting from room to room, airily
Whispering words no one will hear
Unless they listen with caring ears,
Focusing on things perhaps not said
Or perhaps not meant.

I will flutter fragilely in the aftermath of situations,
A dim glow of remembrance when anyone does
Or a forgotten ember that has burned itself out.

People will see me in the shadows and say
Why is he here, what does he want?
But then, not really caring about the answer,
They will forget they ever saw me or knew me at all.


Acrostic Acrostic

Can you do it?
Really, this form is easy:
Only have to think of words that
Start with the right letters at the right time
Then make it all somehow make sense in some way.
I have written many of these and know firsthand their simplicity.
Can you do it? You know you can. I wrote this in just like three minutes.

Random Bits

Quote: I miss being who I never was.

WIG subplot – protagonist is dealing with anger/ disappointment because his son recently came out. It’s a motivation to his time travel. Returned to the present, he’s gay.


A student asked me, “Are you content?”
“More than content!” I assured her.
“I’m happier than I have any right to be.
I have a loving wife, incredible kids,
A happy home, a job I love.
I’m as happy as I could possibly be.”

“But wouldn’t you like to change things?”
I shook my head. “I’m happy with who I am,
With what I’ve done, with what I’ve got.
Any change I might go back in time and make
Threatens to undo everything I know.

I can look back and see stupid mistakes I made,
Things I did wrong, thought wrong, said wrong,
But all of that was me becoming me,
Learning the lessons I would need to know
To become the best me I can be.”


NaPoWriMo – Day 30


For whatever wrong has been done you,
Find a way to forgive.
Whether a malicious deed or a hurtful word,
Find a way to forgive.
Even if the person who hurt you is remorseless,
Find a way to forgive.
Even if you suffered greatly,
You must find a way.

The path to inner destruction
Is to consume yourself with hate.
Thoughts of revenge and comeuppance
Only hurt you, not them.
Find a way to forgive, and then do so.
Release your anger, your righteous wrath.
Erase the problem from your consciousness,
And rediscover the peace within.


NaPoWriMo – Day 29

Pray for Me

I know that I do religion wrong,
I’ve been told that for years
By people who have a real
One-on-one relationship with God.
And so it’s gotten to the point
Where I seek my answers within
And hope that God will set me right
Whenever I am wrong.

And what God has said to me
Is that most of our prayer offends him.
People spend so much time asking for things
That he has no intention of granting.
They ask for money or health or strength
Without realizing God has given those things
To the degree within his will.

“My grandfather is dying.  God save him!”
No, I decide when is his time. Not you.
Why do you think your heartfelt appeal
Will sway the will of God? Who are you?

To me, a man who does religion wrong,
I believe prayer should be a celebration
Of all the wonders God has done in my life
And a general request for understanding.
I don’t need to understand God’s motives,
But I’d like to know what I should do.
And my only request besides guidance
Is this, which covers everything:
Thy Will Be Done.


NaPoWriMo – Day 28

His Hero

In your first semester of college,
you were asked to write an essay
about someone that you considered a hero,
and you wrote about me.

Me, your dear old dad! Imagine that!
All the superheroes in all of fandom
All the noteworthy newsmakers around the globe,
and you chose me. Me. Me.

You praised me because I never gave up on myself,
that I always made time for you, that I was always there,
that I taught you what really mattered in the world
and how to be successful in it.

You gave me credit for opening your mind,
for teaching you to use your imagination,
to express your ideas in writing and drawing,
to be a man who knows himself.

But you were using the wrong eyes when you wrote that.

I was so lost, son, with no direction
until you came into my life and forced me to find the way.
and I had to make things up, fantastically,
because I had so little and wanted to give you so much.

I had to stand as a man, to show you how to stand,
I had to find my way so you wouldn’t be lost.
I had to be successful so I didn’t fail you.
I had to find happiness to stave off the sorrow.

What I’m trying to say is that, as much as I’m your hero,
you are the one who gave me my powers.
Without you, I would never have become as strong as I have.
Without you, there is no Me.

I pull your essay out from time to time
(Did you even know I still had it?)
and I read about how wonderful I am.
But I know how incredible you are, son.

NaPoWriMo – Day 27