Category: Poetry

Dreaming of a money miracle with ten million dollars in the bag. Running toward the finish line and the yellow line in sight. Growing thick barbed wire on the sides as a full blown nightmare. Dropping the bag, the only option and such a shameful sight. Stuffing a few packs down pants and shirt, losing…

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(Before you read my newest poem as it came to me as I was revising my old ones, does anyone know how to select everything on a post in order to make the words black not gray? I’m having one hell of a time with this and it’s highly annoying when I write in Word.…

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Neither here, nor there, in the silence I hear, skipping stones on a lake. Ripples form, then disappear, hazy fog rolls in, covering the hills. I am persuaded, the echoes far away, longing to be heard again.

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From the mouths of despair and the graves of the blind, the great ones who never were all that good to begin with, this is where we land when our minds no longer want to operate, when we feel we don’t exist anymore to anyone, not even ourselves. From the depths of everyone waiting, comes…

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Fractions, multiplication, decimals with addition, I come to you with a plea. Help me unwarp my jumbled mind and let me rest for a moment or two. I cannot do it alone and it’s dark during the day. Dropped off numbers, pulled too far away, the next column reeks of confusion, following much too close…

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Weaving a basket takes time, in and out, out and in. Fingers working the fiber, back and forth, forth and back. Little rest in between, up and down, down and up. Less time with food, bite and swallow, swallow and bite. Moving basket to another place, one and two, two and one. Overcome with many…

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I saw the red drops left behind, making sure it didn’t slosh too high, the jello in the tray, little cubes that were cut when solid, four across and three deep. I scooped them out with my fingers, swallowed them whole, not knowing the gelatin inside, the stuff once belonging in bones and skin, animals…

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You owe me more time, I was that minority, the one the world saw on the street. One second more turned to death, one more minute brought upon arrest, and privacy no longer mattered. You spread the fires, flames burning across the lands, outrage and frustration not dying out. You made it so clear, counterfeit…

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