Met with indifference (a poem)

Today’s entry, a rare example of the title coming to mind first. And yes, the pun is intended… It is a practiced art, if anything, not acknowledging what’s around you, drawing your attention away from that which you do not wish to see. It’s different from tunnel vision— more the inverse, where you focus on [...]

The lonely truth about sock monkeys (a poem)

Today’s entry… You can gently touch the sock monkeys but don’t expect a response They may look cute on the outside but they’re dead on the inside as dead as the cotton/rayon/polyester blend from which they’re stitched They may keep your feet warm and even wick away moisture all day long but they’ll never provide [...]