A Poem: Shame Falls Heavily

Shame Falls Heavily I first noticed them arrive as the two women settled their kids and husbands in two rows in front of us in the stands. Then the men were gone. I saw how they laughed playfully, sitting close. One touching the back of her friend.  Whispering to one another.  This was intimate familiar…

I am Not Ashamed

      At the end before I quit completely, I was a messy drunk because by then I had to drink a lot to be messed up.   More than I want to admit I had occasions of being a mess, stumbling to bed.  And many, many Sundays I sat through church with the…