Category: Poetry

Poem: Bubbles

Knife moving through water, swinging without abandon, slicing without progress, stability lost. Waves gaining speed, yearning to get away, yawning to rest soon, yellow arrives. Blood claiming vital space, growing much thicker, gaining much wider, guessing around. Death confusing the sky, madness with uncertainty,…

Poem: Truthful Lies

I heard it as I sat behind the long table. The judge uttered, ‘what say you?’ The answer came: not guilty. NOT GUILTY!  NOT GUILTY!  NOT GUILTY!  NOT GUILLLLTTTTYYYYY!  The most disturbing two words my ears heard. I asked with my broken heart and…

Poem: Mighty Moose

          You, the mighty moose, over there, with your horns big and your body large. What will you do today? I wish you understood me, the questions I’m asking and the phrases I’m uttering, but all you do is stare,…

Poem: Pathway

              It’s not that it doesn’t matter, I do, sometimes to exhaustion, this merry-go-round, a never-ending style, certain pains carried, a baby stands. It’s hard to find commitment, I know, when surprised by the elements brand spanking new,…

Poem: Taco Tuesday

To smell a person’s odor on a Monday when there’s no law that says you have to take a shower, not even after a few days. If the same person stinks on Wednesday, the one you stood behind while waiting in line, it isn’t…

Poem: Gut

The fear, we saw and heard it, something no one wanted to embrace. Even if we could forget, no one did. It remained, our memories not destroyed in the fire, our voices heard by no one. Under the moon, it lasted a while, maybe…

Poem: Horseless Headman

The poor man killed in battle and buried without his head. He was the Headless Horseman. This isn’t that tale, but it’s bastard cousin. I present to you the tale of the Horseless Headman Yes, the horse that had no tail or head or…

Poem: Hardened Heart

Heavy when it opens, when it splits apart and nothing pours out, the blood, coagulated and dark, it has been hardened over time. Suffering and painful, the feelings of intensity and rigidity, it has been long past boiled, and not what it used to…

Poem: Don’t I?

Don’t I (matter)? I should as I drift along in life, with a pear and apple, one in each because they are too small to carry both in just one. You used to call it something else, something that I look upon with more…

Poem: Leaping

It takes one push, just one, to fall down. It wasn’t a tentative step, a leap into the unknown. I didn’t care about particulars. Not asking questions, not thinking of the consequences, here I am in this space. It took several attempts, finding peace…

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