A collaboration between
Linda R. OConnell...

Drinking my own poison,
just so you can die...

Dusty and dark
on the back of the shelf...

Hurt has two paths to follow,
In or Out of you...

Scampering on down the hall
like a dog whose found her bone...

Our Stout Portly Lil Mother is played by Roseanne...
In walks a stoutly woman...

Taught and drawn
across a drum...

No chestnuts roasting or carols sung,
eggs shells all around...

Slivers of light cut thru dust clouds
of cement and pain while desperation...

Pawns without a square to rest
nor does the King or Queen...

With criminals I hang and bleed
as loved ones mourn below...

While driving on the back nine
I came upon a fellow...