Category: Poetry

Poem: McCroy

I’ve been working on new poems and reworking my old ones to make them better.  I’ve also been working on rhythm and studying different kinds of poems.  Why am I doing this?  It’s all for a collection of poems that will be free to…

Poem: Holding Greatness

We hold great power in our hands, unseen by the world, hidden behind curtains, inside the bulbous flowers, gigantic and tall. We have here a struggle for continuance, perseverance, and a little bit of rage mixed in when we are pushed aside and unheard….

Poem: Wrong Step

            As if you slide down the hole, brown around you, then black and blacker still, the dirt no longer on your face, the rocks no longer bumping your forearms, the roots no longer hitting your hands, it dawns…

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…

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