Miracles Know No Bounds

Tuberous veins dig deep into mud clinging with hope for just a chance once roots take hold, don’t let go reaching up from darkness stems snake sunward, grow reaching surface beauty buds, Lotus blooms Nonet

Smoke

1:22 PM  Smoke Smoke’s smell is rising from unknown sources Have already run out of tracking resources It’s no where near, that is clear Yet into my lungs and taste it courses. There is no need to fear Since the fire Is nowhere near And…

hour 7: inside and out

Have you ever read a poem that rang so true it punched you in the gut and twisted the knife too?   Bosselaar did this to me once. Her poem which I read off a pixelated screen cracked me into two unraveled my intestine until…

With the Inside Where the Outside Should Be (Hour 7)

Dissolve your heart’s intentions with the cruel ramblings of brave love. No one else will know its glory, but everyone will fall in its wake. Standing bold enough to erase the face of a watching god, I declare a black out upon the Sun! For…

Roses

I was walking through town when something caught my eye. A bouquet of roses sat lonely on a trash can. Left out in the frigid air, a few petals had been browned. But wrapped so neatly, arranged with such care, I couldn’t help but wonder,…

Poem 7: Inside Out

What would I look like if you turned me inside out, wrapped sharp fingers around my intestines, drank the salty-sweet cocktail of blood and bile, chewed my wagging tongue, poked and picked at the gristle of my heart? Would you write shiny, red stanzas with…

Poem 5 – Nobles

Cigarette smoke, frenzied chitchats, Manchester folk in starched pillbox hats. Ash trays on tables and wise women’s fables, The glory of the caf’ in the amusement arcade, After works laugh, always time overstayed, Men in workers jeans stand at fruity machines Hookey Street plays on…

7: Anatomy of a Poem

Start at the heart, if you can stomach it. No lily-livered words. You’ve got the gall To lung forth consonants, to spleen your vowels. Compose your verses from the convolute Vessels and arteries of the living language. Give each line spine and sinew, might and…

Prompt #7 ~ inside out

Inside out From the gut – the bones, the marrow, the soft & hidden Places. Where who I really am hides, protected. Safe… Sequestered behind organs that pulse    inflate    record Move the seas of blood through the tiniest of tunnels. Over microscopic bridges…

Nightmare

Lost in an eerie nightmare, frightened, cold and alone. I fight to escape the darkness, but my will is not my own. The monsters all surround me, forcing me into their snare. I search to find a way out, but there are traps everywhere. I…