A girl and a guy walk into a bar like the start of some bad joke. There’s some country-pop-Americana band playing in the corner under the Bud Light sign and no one dancing on the parquet. It’s the best summer of his life, only he doesn’t…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Dear Kat, Age 14 With Broken Ear Drum
Dear Kat, Soon you will be hearing better than ever! Your doctors have exciting new tools to restore what you’ve lost. You will be first among teens who receive microscopic surgery, They will build you a new eardrum with a vein! Famously speaking, You will…
The Chamber of Secrets
Secrets define us. What we tell and what we don’t binds us or loosens us. Secrets empower is. What we tell shapes who we are. But what if your secret is another?
Ocean of Emotions
Soft gentle breezes the tug of the Moon thoughts drifting at bay Tides rise high, tides drop low all natural occurrences in a day Predestined Moon Child it is the Oceanic way As rippling water, the Ocean of Emotions arrive Waves of…
Letter to My Fat Self
If only you knew I wish you could understand The power behind self love And your preciousness despite size Yes, you will take a lot of shit Grateful for scraps and tidbits From lovers who could never measure to your grace or wit or presence…
I Remember
I remember laughing At the idea of falling in love Never happen to me I said over and over Then you came along And I changed my mind You took away the hurt The pain I left it behind Now I’ve learned to take a…
Midnight Sun in the Golden Fields
Hour 7 Secret meetings, arranged in hushed whispers, Windows creak and our bodies slide through into the night into the secret illumined by the midnight sun. Secret meetings created our path in the night in the shadows.
I Talk To the Trees
Eleventh Hour I Talk To the Trees Trees, extend your sinewy limbs towards me. May I hide my weary spirit amongst your billowy leaves? Whisper to me the message from the Wind. What did he say, What mood was he in? As life hurls and…
Stefanie at Seven
Dear Stefanie: Remember when you were seven; A little freckle-faced imp? You weren’t always sure-footed And often your big toe would be limp. You liked to play with dolls And brush out their hair; And loved being on the swings Flying high into…
11. Moonbeam
11. Moonbeam It’s past midnight as I sip my coffee and dig into my concrete filled brain, to write some inspirational poetry. Damn this fog! Hush! The croaking frog! Glowing from a shimmering moonbeam Inspiring a poem! MOONBEAM!