A More Positive Perspective

I asked my mother, once, why some of us found circus clowns disturbing or scary. Objectively, I know that they are there to make the audience laugh and to bring joy. But count me among those who see Pennywise in every clown.

What would the dead write of us, if they could still pen a poem? What would they tell us, if they could offer advice after death?

An acrostic born of beauty, hypocrisy, and faith. And a little glimpse into the process that birthed the poem.

On the folly of tackling multiple “challenges” and the dilemma of sharing writing online that leads to a “sexual revolution” in poetry. (Don’t worry – the post and the poem are PG at worst!)