What have you been working on? About two years ago an idea drifted through my mind concerning a tale of morality about two Gnome lads and their guilty conscience. I am writing it for my Niece which doubles the excitement.
Author: Eric Fournier
A creative, independent-minded poet, author, and artist who enjoys turning ideas into finished projects.
Also practices American Sign Language.
Tipi’s Tap Tap
The fingers go tit tat tap, Up and down inky keys, Tipi’s tapping typing, Strokes punctuated by a bright tap, Kaching, bell rung onto next lines, Stationary fed through cranking wheels, Tip tap tip tap keys fall, Stroking away, as ink dries, Leaving beautiful words behind.
Both, some, mostly none of the above
Do lazy days make you feel rested or unproductive? A lazy day is only a day, We are not bees, Nor are we trees. A lazy day is not only a day, Sailing ocean blue, While dancing to a shanty tune. Oh a lazy day is only a day, Much like spring in May, Full…
Being a good neighbor starts with yourself.
What makes a good neighbor? The willingness to be a good neighbor to your neighbor and community first. Using the leverage of respect given to gain the confidence of friendship plus possible avenues for community involvement.
Sea Stories: A Surprise Visit
It was a random port off the coast of FL, I met my uncle with my leave chit in hand, a day of liberty for he and I to make up for lost years. We sat on his couch watching “The Mummy” enjoying pizza. I cherish that sea story.
Another Life
Lost a life, Gained life, Lost more life, Gained life. Lost another life, This time had to buckle down, Hit hard in the gut, Change a Demon, Eyes glowing yellow, Red dots of hell inside, Mind lost control, Body in chaos, Heart crashing overboard, Gripping the hull, Watching shore develop, Dreams abound, A life yet…
Elementary School Was Hell
TRIGGER WARNING – gun violence witnessed and victimized as a child. When I was in 5th grade a kid brought a revolver to school and held it to my back for a hour bus ride. I was so scared for my life. When he got off the bus I told the driver who didn’t help…
We’re All Alone
Looking at myself now, Long held down by the machines, My brain set out to construct, Lost myself between the circitry, Inside a narcistic existance, Buried deeper a soft exterior, Unexposed by the walls of fear, Holding back the world so near, Feeling the crumbling cracks, Myself I, me alone in this concrete hall, Exposed,…
Trixie
My very loyal companion.
Letting Go
I’m letting go, all past hurts are forgiven. Let’s all move on and enjoy what’s left of our futures.
