Poem #12: Down to Earth

I will say anything. Say anything, and keel over from a tongue too heavy to taste the fabric shafts of words. Preferably anonymous to the receiver, a barista who will never see me again and wonder why those words suffered to be held in a…

The Dangers of Pennyslvania

There’s a place down the road. A poorly taken care of unkempt road. Hole the size of a small moon. The kind that swallows cars whole. Many brave cars have traveled it. With aspirations of reaching some destination. And they have fallen short. Who knows how…

Poem #12

Beneath our storebought clothes, The smiles we plaster daily on our faces, And the filters available in Instagram, It’s getting pretty easy to cover up our real feelings, faces, personalities. Now, our friends and followers can see ‘who we are’ by just getting online. They…

March

1, 2, 1, 2, left, right, left, right, left and lingering… lolly-gagging… loafers are lace-less, listless, laughing at the language-lopped, flopped flipped Flying florid and flowing to 1,2,1 first, fourth, final 1,2,1,2

A Tiny Secret

When I am writing I do it alone; the presence of others distorts my tone. (I worry what you’ll think).

Hour 11: The Frog Prince

A lady fair With streaming hair Went strolling by the ponds She liked the way The wind would play A tune among the fronds She heard a sound And turned around And looked upon a frog He wore a crown Of eider down And sat…

In Memorium

In Memorium Virginia Carraway Stark When you walk beside me I feel you take my hand You are lilac scented air You are sun warmed skin You are the pleasant breeze You are the sudden smile You are the tear in my eye You are…

Mystie

We walk and she yawns expectantly. Her sweet eyes, and smile whisper, “Time to go home.” Guiding me back, her red and white hair shimmers with each step. Swirling wind encircles us like a dust devil moving past.   She sighs softly, her eyes reflecting relief. Leaning…

Poem #9: In It

In It At the end of the end of those years, his story was not complete, though some would liked to believe he finished that book. She tried to create this world in order to change history but so much was fiction but she did…

Magical

Love is magical too the heart. Make your heart take love in. Even if its for the moment. That moment marks the place. Where love was.