Specifications

I had some crazy requirements: had to combine Shakespeare and hillbilly had to have recessive gene pinkies had to be taller than me I tried to set myself up for failure thought a man with my specifications couldn’t possibly exist. You had Shakespeare’s birthday and…

Alone in the crowd

Amidst all the buzz Glamor and party animals Colorful window panes And the dim lighting   This loud music Force me to bang my head And thump my feet Forgetting  the world outside the pub   Alone in the crowd Happens to me all the…

hour 6: y’all

They never used the word sacrifice, they always used the words a better life. On the first journey, I dropped the name that granted me wisdom and the brightness of the sun and moon for something equal in syllables but meaningless in worth. On the…

Poem 6: My mess of a desk

Behold, my mess of a desk, covered with a powder blue vinyl pencil case, a glass of water on a mosaic coaster, bags of original sea salt flavored potato chips, and a half-liter bottle of Snapple mango tea. But wait, there is more- sleek silver…

Prompt #6 ~ changes

Changes Some things never change Rain falls to the thirsty ground In silver torrents Until you move. And rain Glitters down, silver threads That shimmer in the grey mountain air Light that in another latitude Scorches dreams Here gentles the air Offers up its softest…

undone

permitted to seep into the wound, the saline stings; afterwards, the bleeding ceases, breath released – it is a sigh of relief  

My Love

You are the wind that fills my sails, pushing me along. When my soul can’t find the music, you sing me a new song. When all my dreams are lost, you give me one of yours. You help me find a window when there are…

2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Six: Amber afternoon

Where this is going suspension of time is to be expected That’s what always happens to me when I surrender Under this sky suspended in amber an artefact from some undefined age this moment knows no history it belongs to you and me, today Stretch…

We’re All Connected

I tell the cashier at the food co-op that this is the first time I’m using my new, post-hacking credit card. I tell him how unambitious this particular hacker was: all he bought was a few items via iTunes, totaling just over a hundred dollars….

6: Spy Pond Chronicles

Nudge me, Prosper, out of these dank thicks! Sound me a selah, round up a blessing. Recover. Breathe. Tell the beads. Recall Reverend Peggy, her horseradish wit, her martini smile. To thole. To endure. Where’s my letter, Miss Sheila? How is Heather doing? Apple juice,…