Blackberry jelly liesbetween the truth of your lipsand the bricks of your heartSticky-sweet, seeds sticking tothe grit in your teeth,the gravel in your voiceas you carry empty sentiments on the wind. The seeds know. The untapped potentialThe hate wrapped in denialThe shame. They know the truth. Jelly lies drip Drip Dripping from yourfingertipsBlackberry blood poolinground … Continue reading “Jelly”
Tag: Poetry
November: A Haiku
Dead November eyes take me back to sights unseen Voices left unheard
Snowfall: A Haiku
Shiver down your spine Warm blood drips upon the snow Snowflakes blur your eyes
He Met: A Swedish Translation Poem
Eight telephones tall, I ran out Knotted oaks painted the lands with glitter I forced her nigh in the jagged oral light, while Rats solve the hotel's mysteries after dark. Low, run-down bars pair the Orient's rings Encompassing names with jeans and Harley-Davidson leather jackets, switch blades and cheap whiskey. Scaring children to sleep. … Continue reading He Met: A Swedish Translation Poem
What’s More: A Poem
Back in April 2016 I had the idea of using crossword puzzle clues to write poetry. Don't know if anyone else has done this before me, but as far as I know I'm the first. I'm now writing one every day and will be creating a chapbook that will be available on Amazon in September... … Continue reading What’s More: A Poem
Walk Softly: A Poem
Several days ago, I came across an article that told of a man who was using the NOAD example sentences to write stories. "How inspiring!" I thought. "What a fantastic exercise!" I continued to think about this brilliance and how I'd love to find a copy and take a stab at doing something of my own. … Continue reading Walk Softly: A Poem
Stew: A Poem
Didn't I see you yesterday out on the Mexican Battle Grounds? Smoking your cherry wood pipe, its cherry the only color in the Third Quarter Moonlight? Or was it Coffee Pot Landing last week? drinking iced Dragonwell tea, Basking in the fireball sky lying in the dew-sweet martian grass in tie and suit? I don't … Continue reading Stew: A Poem
Drivers: A Negative Inversion Poem to “Passengers”
Pluto will implode like a gall bladder in its moons, the light flips to water and the water to a nameless name, There will never be anyone driving the motorcycle through these one-ways strewn with broken glass among blathering men hating their children, never a quick alphabet of sun speaking of lingering and surviving, never … Continue reading Drivers: A Negative Inversion Poem to “Passengers”
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