Don’t Judge Me
Dec 11
Poetry is cathartic. As such, much of the poetry I’ve written over the years relates to specific times and incidents that either made me happy, hurt my feelings, or generally sparked my interest in some way. I wrote the following poem back in the ’90′s when a friend of mine had hurt me terribly by judging a personal family issue I was having without knowing all of the facts....
I am Santa
Oct 18
Back in 1999, my life was very different than it is today. I was single… I was teaching school… I was a foster parent. I don’t know where my foster child is now but she certainly taught me some valuable lessons and I am not just hopeful but certain that she learned some valuable lessons from me. My foster daughter had an extremely rough upbringing that included neglect and...
Peddlers
Aug 28by Angela Fardo Thought takes shape in unseen places Blank stares and vacant faces An eternal whirlwind of cognizance Objectivism, Astronomy, Philosophy, Autonomy You must be saved to cast aside The chains that are reality Confusion marks the mood of the existential labyrinth A search for convergence Weary humans banging walls along with happy mice A quest for fire from within To raise the pyre...
