Dawning Wishes The sunlight peeks through the clearing Of the trees that align with the road The morning ahead, at last, nearing With all of its greatness bestowed The hopes and the dreams of tomorrow Now present to start on their way For time is…

Whistle while you work. But I can’t whistle. My tongue won’t bend my lips won’t purse. Melodies, bird-like trills, like summer showers, never flow. My jaw is tight, my tongue is curled, and my lips exhausted. I am done and you, my son, just keep…

Hour 3: Missing the Veranda   We still buy coffee from the green siren that bears the same name – but we live in a completely different place with an entirely new environment – we have a porch   but less of a view. We…

I cling to mountain rock weary from fruitless migration. Wind tussles my feathers, bids me unwelcome. Ancient oak whispers of wisdom, promises peace. Coquettish waves push and pull, winking an invitation. I release my talons and dive into the open air. I seek guidance in…

“Poets of the Night” A Golden Shovel   who are we those of us who write what will our words amount to what can we make you taste   do we have the answers to life   walking the paths, at least twice three hours…

I’m a black limousine, A black cat on the window peaking. I am your shadow who stop you from following. I am a banter remarks you give up with. I am your ten year old pink shirt that no longer fits, I am your hated…

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My falling tears are onion skins Flaking in the day I cry The smell carries old socks worn with purpose As Uncle Tom chuckles at my state I hide my face and begin the fade All the while immersed in this strange place They call…

this body was a person once   with uninterrupted skin and lungs ballooning with ambition it even knew its own name this body isn’t much for purity culture but perhaps it was the hands that touched it that took away the self, the animation or…

Hour One Boxed in on all sides wrapped in rush like present, waiting…always waiting… to be opened to move forward. Inching my way with the masses at my back other fellow travelers on this expanse of gravel and boiling pavement. Like worms burrowing through soil,…