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It Fits

By Chris Bunton It fits.It just simply does. My arm fits behind your head,as we lie on the bed, in the glow. Your head on my shoulder,comfortable and light. It fits.It just does. Staring at the ceiling;at the cobweb on the fan. Nobody cares. There are no thoughts,just reverie, and peace. Just to be. ItContinue reading “It Fits”

A Lesson in Giving

By Chris Bunton I was in prison. Most stories end that way, but not this one. It was actually the beginning of my life. A new life. A new start. In prison we can go to the commissary and buy things. When I say “go to the commissary, I mean we can stand in lineContinue reading “A Lesson in Giving”

Church Nursery

By Chris Bunton You were in that church nursery, where they forced you to play. They made you share your toy, with that boy, who kept stealing it. They got mad, when you beat him, with that red fire truck. They said you were bad, and needed a long time out. Everyone made a bigContinue reading “Church Nursery”

Workout Thoughts

by Chris Bunton I’m not going to pretend to be a fitness instructor. When it comes to fitness I feel that if I can out run most people I will escape the zombies. Because they will be eating the slower ones. I also figure that if I can beat up most people I’ll be ok,Continue reading “Workout Thoughts”

Good Boy

By Chris Bunton We murdered our dog today. Or at least that’s how it feels.We say it’s for the best.We say he’s suffering.But, it feels like a pointless death. He ran into the vets office.A Good Boy with cancer.He tripped twice, bumping a wall,and peed for the last time. What did he think as heContinue reading “Good Boy”

The Clock Ticks

By Chris Bunton The Clock ticks,tick tick tick.Time drags on,and on and on. A million times a day, the same thing,The same dread and hate all dayEvery day. Disrespect, again and again.It’s my fault once again.Whether from your mouth,Or twisting in my head,Again. Another prayer to escape,another prayer for change,another prayer for peace,another prayer to forgive,justContinue reading “The Clock Ticks”

The Two Kitties

We have several stray cats that live in the neighborhood. Most of them are wild. You cannot get near them or pet them. They sneak up and get food, or water, or to be nosy, but not much else. I’ve learned over the years in my spiritual walk that one of the places that humansContinue reading “The Two Kitties”

Am I an Addict?

By Chris Bunton Yes, you are. You might not be sleeping in alleyways with a needle in your arm or standing in line at the dispensary or buying the cheapest liquor you can find, but you are addicted to something.             Mcdonald’s fries, gambling, religion, Facebook, work, Netflix, sex, your hobby, chocolate, running,Continue reading “Am I an Addict?”

Cell Block Sounds

by Chris Bunton I was locked up in prison,on an aggravated charge.I had stabbed a man like me,another tough guy, just like me. I taught myself to whistle,a dozen well loved tunes.It soothed me, and brought joy;in a place where hate ruled the day. It was night, when we lock down,and I whistled out theContinue reading “Cell Block Sounds”