Poem #12: Outside Looking In

Outside Looking In Taking place under the same sky a defensive edge unexpectedly sharp yellow lights of caution cause reactions within the souls of the well known signs of stress coming in fours incomplete thoughts search for a point within months of forgotten dollars the…

Freezing

Autumn Wind The sun was bright,yet the cool air frostbite. Every time I move, my limbs sting from clinging. Knuckles and groin adjourn to rest in a flat form. Cool breeze makes my spine giggles in spasm and then I faint in pain. I grubbed…

Love and Youth

Look at me, I am three. And the world doesn’t quite scare me yet. My parent’s fears have yet to invade I am free… Mom used to tell me, “Don’t be in such a hurry.” Growing up was a race. And I was bound and…

Something Found

The found, do not ask to be. The found are castaways from a doomed voyage through the known unknowable seas of symbiotic humanity. Any port in a storm, as they say. You just so happened to be the port I needed. The found, do not…

He

He said He was for real He wanted to court me He would not cheat on or hurt me He lied

NAS Prompt 10

Her face has seen six decades with freckles in the first ten years that life eventually covered. Those teen years survived the popping of zits and make-up, and dripping of “Dippity-Do.”   Motherhood years brought a broken nose, falling on a snowy concrete step, but…

Drones

Drones When I was twelve years old, I enjoyed playing board games like Risk. In Risk, I tried to conquer the world – and so did my friend, Dwayne, who I used to compete against as we sat on the white concrete driveway behind our…

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…

Folktale Love

They call her a woman, that luminous nighttime lamp. Was it, perhaps, her coy face peeking behind gossamer curtain clouds? Or could it be her gentle luminosity, her changeable personality? I see her each evening, My love, my life, so beautifully full and bright. My…

Autobiography of a Face

I’m an oddly-shaped square With pale, porous skin clinging tightly I carry all emotions I am different from others Yet, still the same as all of the rest I carry all emotions