Sunday, January 22, 2012


Colds used to be easy.
Sure, your throat got sore,
you got feverish and itchy
and your head hurt when you opened
your eyes too wide.
But then, there was Mother
with a bowl of soup,
a jar of Vicks Vapo-Rub
and the soothing words
“No school for you today;
You’re going to stay with me
and get some rest.”

There was cough syrup for the coughing.
More blankets were tucked under your chin
to keep the chills away, and best of all,
the TV was brought into your room
so the next item up for bids
and the cheers of the next contestant
mixed in with the warmth provided by
the soup and the blankets,
lulling you to a peaceful place
where the cold would go away in time.

Today, colds are HARD.
Days of scheduling doctor’s appointments,
picking up medications,
loads of home remedies
if you’re not insured,
and if you want to keep what you have
until you can do better,
there’s no staying home.
So you drag yourself into the office
coughing and sneezing for
everyone to hear
because billable hours never sleep
and of course, they never…EVER…get sick. 

Sunday, November 13, 2011

I Have to Write BUT...

I have to write
but I have a job.
I have to write
but I have documents to file.
I have to write
but I need a cup of coffee.
I have to write
but I have bills to pay,
parents to call,
the dog to walk,
laundry to wash,
an apartment to clean
and get ready for the holiday season
Am I traveling for the holiday season?
Did I use all my sick days?
Did I ever use any vacation days!?
I've got too much I have to DO today,
every day
and somehow, someway
I've got to, HAVE to do my best
to get through the worst
I have to finish this poem first!

Sunday, November 6, 2011


Twizzlers taste better than my pen.
So soft and strawberry-scented,
they bend to the will
of my powerful chomps,
freely offering a moment of satisfaction
whenever I wish; no arguing or resistance.
Meanwhile, my Bic Ultra
sits in between the molars of
my right jaw
rigid and demanding I GET TO WORK

Plus, the pen doesn't SNAP
when I pull it from my mouth.
It's tough love, unyielding in its
plastic coating
and nowhere close to
tasting as sweet.

Stephanie Rogers - November 1st, 2011

Friday, August 20, 2010

Random Deepness

When life hands you lemons...pretend they're someone's testicles and SQUEEZE...! You'll feel better instantly!

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Random Deepness

Did you ever feel that some people on this planet exist for nothing but the sole purpose of pissing you off?