A clearing surrounded by a stand of trees. Short grass glade save the centered solitary willow. Crowned head draped in majestic arraignment. A reflection of the humbleness of prayer before benediction. And the solitude of guilt. Not twisted dogwood for a sacrifice. Not oak strong to stand alone. Stretching toward…
Category: Poetry
Development
new homes use old brick for “the aged” look old brick homes use young weeds as green roof toppers new streets wind through homes, all are beige old streets’ wind-broken branches litter the broken curbs new neighbors park in garages to not see new neighbors old neighbors…
The great deluge
a silver cloud on the horizon, a storm of epic estimation, the prophesied harbinger of change will bring rain to fall for forty days, rising over the disbelievers, they will be towed under by their chains. a mass of water will plummet down this way washing out the idle foundation farms, houses, people─gone they cannot…
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Life moves as a cat scratching its back on a doorway: over time its mark is revealed. Moments adding up, encapsulated in minds, on photos, diaries, colorings and drawings, stuffed animals and cast clothing. Ordinary days are a precocious bouquet: schooling, working, eating, fighting, playing, writing, crying, reading, bitching, praying, learning, begging, embracing, watching TV…
Exhumed: the watcher
he feels your decay: with his hands, his touch on your skull. he is finally inside your mind, pulsating energy rushing through his finger tips. your thoughts melt into him. “I am skin and blood and rot and mud.” before his eyes, you blur. beauty falls away, snowflakes of flesh and teeth catch on your…
Knowing Sylvia Plath
I am surprised you have survived until now. Sleeping pills in the medicine cabinet. Father’s gun in the closet. Razor on the sink. Cold steel burns. No tears, only blood. I will never know love. Your parents will delight in one less disappointment when you are laid to rest. Rest? And you still think sleep…
The Troll Bridge
the clatter of skateboard wheels, the crunch of tussling in autumn leaves, laughter at intimate jokes, lines from movies and books, dreams spun spider web thin, abandoned, collecting dust, yet sparkling in the right slant of light these memories, we shared, now mine alone I horde, an angry troll under the bridge that others dare…
the sleeper
all that is real is what I imagined, lost in a world of dreams where my soul is full of love and love is my passion drifting and floating on an endless sea of vision stirring and softly breathing in a night of endless prisons all that I feel is only imagined here in my…
For(e)Fathers
Eye blinking at suddenly light The misery of an early sage No shame to be earnestly contrite. How can we claim all that’s right? Gather sheets from history’s page Eye blinking in sudden light Built on shoulders bent by blight The riptide of pent up rage No shame to be earnestly contrite. Earlier still, death…
closer than they appear
I watch you watch life through the rear view mirror not knowing what you’ve seen until it has passed and only then a backward reflection I watch you watch us fading into the distance looking passed our future never knowing I was left behind, lost in your blind spot I watch you leave and know…
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