Pathways = Decisions

Before me lies a path Stretching for miles Leading to parts unknown Should I take it? Should I wander from its presumed safety? Robert Frost said he took the path least traveled, Shall I do the same? A river runs peacefully beside me Should I…

Nobody Has A Friendship Like Us

Every girl needs someone like you Someone to trust Someone so true You care not what people think Of your hair Of what you wear You don’t care if they disagreed You’re not here to please You are perfect Because you are you If someone…

Southern women

Loud and southern and tattooed Is the ladies I’m surrounded by They are possessive and matronly Some had kids when they were kids Some will have kids soon Some piss in the yard Expect to spent money On a fuckin’ boat Menthol and vodka sweat…

home

we carried her poetry in an old lunch box metal, with a broken clasp so we tied it shut with an orange bandanna and put a sunflower in the knot there was a faded picture of Kermit the Frog on the outside   I led, we…

11 am

sometimes I fall be- hind. I don’t know where I am nor where I’m going.

Hour Nine

Lonely Mountain   Granite, cragged and shrouded like a white-scarfed grandmother, the mountain looks over the shoulders of trees, past the crumbling rushes, into the still green water.   Autumn on the mountain is frigid, cold seeps from the bones of the earth into your…

#8b

iwalk the line you in my view somewhere at the edge i see it coming you in my view i run to meet you i see it coming faster than i know i run to meet you a smile upon my face faster than i…

Technology (Prompt 5)

No Notification Message They wouldn’t notice if the stars changed positions. Constellations could shift, Orion could go missing,   the Dippers could tip and spill their contents where Aquarius’s jug used to be. Pisces could be devoured by the Scorpio, while the centaur fled, and they…

A Wingless Flight (Hour Nine)

It’s a long drop down, (Is it long enough?) And gravity would let me. Wouldn’t ask if I was sure, But would let me.   The gesture lives inside me And I hunger for it, For that tragic almost-flight.   Let me grow wings instead,…