In the beginning/post apocalypse

Sshhh, silence echoes What a thought, shooting star Catch it, light it on fire and set it free Dancing in circles, surround by watchers A separation between space and time, thought. In the beginning was an idea. And we Dance. The darkness in man has…

First Day

poem 15 First day of freshman year. My heart slams in my chest and rattles my rib cage. I hear my shoes squeaking on the linoleum floor. I glance at my phone. Ten minutes until the bell rings. My best bet is to hide out…

Hour 15: Freckles

I didn’t have freckles when I was young I noticed the first one when my first crush broke my heart The next was when my best friend became my enemy Each heart break brought a new freckle, a new scar The deeper the connection the…

Cancer

cancer is everywhere you can’t help but find seems unavoidable at least to me every week more friends succumb to the spree others i know are not so blind symptoms are there in those they see cancer is everywhere you can’t help but find every…

Life in a hot air balloon

What does it take to hold hot air, to carry the weight of people and perhaps one dog? Could I stitch together silken scarves (hundreds!) by hand and still float away like dandelion seed, round and pregnant question? There is a shortage of helium, you…

Dismembered (H14)

“The land knows you, even when you are lost.” Lost in my tracks I track back to where I last remember Being from where I started thinking Down this road ahead of my feet leaving my feet behind unawares The earth called up to my…

15 Apocalyptic Cryptic

“Let there be light” and it was so… And with a flash, it will all go Back to darkness on the face of the deep, And those that slumber, those that sleep, Shall rise through the clouds, to heavenly morn, Where only light will crown…

Clay Maker

As a child you played in the dirt making mud pies for your daddy, teasin’ momma with the wigglin’ worms you were a mighty dinosaur, eating trees made of broccoli growing like a weed in the dirt Helping your grandma pick the berries, one for…

Oh, Crazycracy!

We’ve had one of those for decades, A feeble attempt by feeble minds Seeking greatness over duty, As the wealth trickles down Into their accounts, not ours. And we, such fools, sit idly by A lighted box and learn to fight For what they say…

Codependent

Shy kid hiding behind second violin We lock eyes for a moment Before both looking away. We sit next to each other Talk about Harry Potter Then he thinks to himself “I’m gonna marry them If I don’t kill myself first.” I am his fake…