My children come to me in the night. I hear their thin, airy voices calling my name, and it startles me awake. Each one lost before the fourth month, All ignored except by me, but know this: They had names, futures, destinies, but I never got to…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Poem 11: Invisible Homeless
I look just like you. If I never said, you’d never know. I wear clean clothes, Listen to pop music, Color pictures on my cell phone, Prefer Fuji apples to Opal, Voted in the last election, Wonder why the Kardashians still have a show. I…
A homeless home
Home. I left a home I loved, too eager for adventure. I sought the nomadic life, hoping to find life’s secrets. I traveled the globe, crossed oceans, traversed the mountains. Without a place with deep deep roots- I was homeless. A house but no home….
Every Day I’m Murderin’
To the woman ahead of me at the store Who can’t get off her damn cell phone And puts the money on the counter Instead of in the cashier’s hand To the hummer cruising down the road Taking up both lanes at 10 miles an…
Free Verse: Sweet Tooth
Never knew a visit to the ortho could truly make me smile. Every word she said was uplifting, a term of endearment. Who can feel the pain when kindness showers your very soul. She explains everything in minute detail and asks how you’re doing; not…
Vagabond
What do they see when they see me? Not the careful hours of folding The precise measurements and testing Sure, they see all the bags and maybe The passport full of stamps They may hear me coming Out of breath with jangling trinkets If I…
Summer
I don’t want summer to leave I whisper into the breeze I crave the sun The warmth brushing my shoulders The water skimming my toes The people everywhere I only look forward to fall For the oversized sweaters The pretty leaves The night of…
Hour 11–Artie
S’all I need this tank here hollowed out good sleeping place Kevin lets me use it for cheap works good for both of us I don’t need more just a place to sleep just like it was made for it this old water heater under…
No Home
Home was a person with two sets of brown eyes and a wrinkled face. She was My heart, my rock, my caretaker, my everything… Fuck you, Death! You took my home away! She was my mother, my father, my grandmother, and grandfather. She filled the role…
Camping at the Edge of Town
I have lived here for 20 years in a wooded ravine outside of town. My campsite is well hidden but I get break ins from time to time. I have stopped speaking, so I am writing these notes to you. I am happier this way…