Cp2 Stories

A short poem about perception, poverty, and the moment life turns upside down. Every morning, the performance begins. A street corner becomes a stage. Cardboard signs become scripts. Tin buckets fill with coins and folded bills as passersby glance away. Under the faded lights of a traveling carnival, two performers sit quietly - a guitar player and a painted clown - collecting sympathy from the crowd. Their sign reads: "Visions of Cheeseburgers." To most people, it's just another scene of poverty. Just another group of strangers asking for change. But what happens when the distance between observer and performer disappears? What happens when the coin flips... And you wake up on the other side of the sidewalk? A Turn of Event is a haunting short poem about poverty, perception, and the fragile line between spectator and survivor. Sometimes the show isn't entertainment. Sometimes it's a warning.

When the highway ran out and the sky split into three moons, I found Him standing past Navo Road - part vision, part memory, part hallucination with a cardboard sign. This is Psalm VII from my ongoing collection, Barbed Wire Psalms - poems about faith, relapse, family lies, And the strange places grace still shows up. Read more from the series: Happy House (Psalm I) Levi Garrett (Psalm II) In One Year (Psalm III) Half Ass Sober (Psalm IV) Our Unknown Allergy (Psalm V) Family Façade (Psalm VI) Roadside Jesus (Psalm VII) Were You Invited? (Psalm VIII - coming soon)

Every family has a story. Ours just happened to unravel at the funeral. One mother's truth. One son's disbelief. One sentence that tore through silence: "Paul was an asshole." Family Façade cracks open the polite rituals of grief and exposes the raw, unfiltered honesty hiding beneath "thoughts and prayers." A follow-up to Happy House - this poem stares straight into the mess we inherit, the laughter that leaks through pain, and the sacred chaos of finally telling the truth. - From the collection "Barbed Wire Psalms" (part 6 of 8) by Christopher Paul Putnam (CP²)

We share stories in rooms without doors. The world outside doesn't understand - how a word, a memory, or a drink can undo years of healing. This one's for the quiet ones, the coffee drinkers, the night watchers. A short story about addiction, recovery, and the strange comfort of the fellowship that never truly ends. - from the collection Barbed Wire Psalms (Part 4 of 8) by Christopher Paul Putnam (CP²)

Leaving the drinkers was the first brutal step, not towards healing, not towards clarity, but toward staying alive long enough to have a chance. This is the opening piece of *Carousel of Destruction*, a prequel cycle to *Barbed Wire Psalms* about the gravity of addiction, the people who kept spinning, and the moment you stepped off the ride.

Some doors in a psych ward aren't meant to be opened- And some questions aren't meant to be asked out loud. This is the final piece of my eight-part collection, Barbed Wire Psalms- poems about survival, relapse, family lies, dark humor, and the places where grace finally catches up. Psalm VIII asks the last question: Who really gets to walk into your life-and who never earned the right?

Forgiveness built on rubble. "From my ongoing collection, Barbed Wire Psalms." The image of growing up from the outside was just a little different from what others saw. "Family Facade" to follow. - from the collection Barbed Wire Psalms (Part 5 of 8) by Christopher Paul Putnam (CP²)

[COMPLETED] The Untold Stories of: 1. Lee Hyuk Jae 2. Kim Ryeo Wook 3. Kim Hee Chul 4. Kim Jong Woon