Back Burner Picking up my children from my former home was a practice in diplomacy, anger restrained as I wove around broken machinery, lumber, animal waste, in a yard I had kept pristine. Welcome home, I muttered to myself, wrinkling my nose against the stench of livestock roaming…
Category: Miscellaneous
HOUR 19 HUH??
HUH?? “Welcome home!” “Thank you,” he said to appease me. “How are you?” my sentence began. He replied, “I’m fine, how are you, my old friend? Now there’s someone who knows where respect grows. Pardon me, if I lose you, on this one. …
Hour Sixteen: Harmonia
Clung to the threads, Built you up and never looked back, Stapled my heart to your hand, Found harmony in what was left of my dignity. Control the last remnants of this dream, Dizzying love spell, the last call to our ultimate survival you paved…
Poem 19- sanity or not
In my family sanity doesn’t come cheap the stream of psycho joins us together A stiff thread or a raging rope We strum the strings of insanity Like a well tuned band Maybe it was all the creativity The early reading Maybe after generations of…
19
What can glow if you do not? The lungs are mostly water and easily drowned. In the desert I breathe thin air and cough sand in my sleep. I have more cousins bit by bats than scorpions. Our balance is unsteady inside walls and we…
This is for you
I should be writing a poem but all I can think about is you and the way your lips taste the sound of your voice that echoes in the deepest corners of my soul and I am craving you every single fiber of your…
Hour 19: Mossing Over
From underneath cracked concrete slabs A young shoot stabs Peeking in sight Seeking sunlight Breaking through the rusty red bricks A sapling sticks Mossy carpets On parapets Crawling over broken ruin Vines regrew in The city burned The green returned
Thank you
Dont say thank you You and me together We are not a favor We are a flavor Dont say thank you Say love you When i hold your hand To cross the road Or pass the salt Or pay your bills Or cook a meal…
Helper’s help
I stood waiting for father Mother standing at gate He came walking naturally As I worried about getting late He stopped and gestured A person without voice My thought ran along How to help him if I had a choice he gestured and tried Telking…
Broken heart#17
Broken heart may you heal, from this endless pain, Broken heart may you heal, from this awful shame. Broken heart may you heal, so I can breathe again. Broken heart may you heal, from the hurt of your friend. Broken heart I know you…