Category: Poetry

Now is not the time to walk, nor the time to talk of plans that will not work. I have seen what the darkness does to a man, destroys him inch by inch, not leaving anything to chance. Losing precious inches from head and foot, it is not the demon’s fault but our own. When…

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There is no need to cry heavy tears, to perch on the ground in front of my gravestone, for I shall not know if you wear my favorite necklace. It is good enough for you to think of me at night in your king size bed, nothing can stop the meaning of our vitality, not…

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I call you one more time, in the silence of the day, the sign too enormous not to see, to let you know, the fight is not over, the solution has not been destroyed. I call you not too loudly, where they will hear us whisper, appreciating the doorways, opening wider to the blinding heat,…

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It ain’t right. He can’t see clouds in the sky. He walks with his head down. Never looking up. It ain’t right. He comes into our home. He knocks over precious things. Never caring what he broke. It ain’t right. He ignores the red in the rainbow. He says it doesn’t belong there. Never seeing…

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No one knew what she had done in her black clothes with dark circles under her eyes It wasn’t the song she remembered long ago nor the one thing she couldn’t possibly know Tossed out of the car headfirst down the embankment her seat belt cut in two, safety was never part of her life…

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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 read as an e-book and still undecided in a book form. …

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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. We will not turn back around nor give up. We have…

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            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 on you, you aren’t in control. Land on your feet or…

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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, morning with lightning, purple now. Knife moving through sand, uncharacteristic bubbles…

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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 battered soul. The dagger still plunged into both. How could he…

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          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, sometimes at me and other times opposite. Stay close to the…

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