the postcard
“There is something about this picture,” she penned…
Category: poetry
some tales have no tell
No legend came by it ignobly
that’s gonna leave a mark
It was a rickety rack and a rook at risk, all chess to be checkmated, I swear.
the tear-kiss
Give me the prick of suffering, then.
glinting bastion
Your salted instance, a glinting bastion.
reynolds-tin
It starved me then. So I ate from it twice.
prairie fire
Maybe you’ve never seen a man lose his hope in the smoke…
unspoken for
Let me be…more than that bitter-root wine.
color the cow
Maybe it doesn’t matter if you do right.
gossamer in the crown
Leave me to live on your ceiling and, between us, well enough alone.
barely there
Happiness, I swear…
why we were on the bus
To what sunset should I sweat-lay the rail?
three girls: jazzy lou
Jazzy Lou would be a song
the gulls would sing…
dolor cordis
It rhymes its rack-and-ruin rise to the hope in my glacé eyes.
the poet: a community interaction
Read me with a genuine desire to see me.
sandbox souvenirs
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In myriad ways, now and since, I’m less a formidable force than then, When I was…
throwback: 2007: the dream of words
Hope bore you home and when you came, mystery fell and broke open wide.
tiza (excerpt)
The children…called him “Tristeza del Padre.”
throwback: 1998: the music box
The cloth of music is sewn as the spiny drum spins its wonder-thread.
throwback: 1991: stowaway
Swing your smile on my heart like children play
regretless
But I’ve become a worn welcome to chance, having dreamt near all I’ve done.
throwback: 1988: wildcards were made for mixed hands
I have exactly three cardboard boxes that smell of musty rental storage.
sail, against whatever wind
I don’t dare care. Against what they say, I know.
snellen’s snare
The past is a curious optic.
suncatcher
And wheels within wheels is each cloud rolling across her eyes as they uplift…
levity in brevity 2: mace in yo face
It’s a sun-kissed day by this coastal balustrade…
levity in brevity 1: two boots and a bathroom
Because two-steppin’ spins are highfalutin…
echoes of narkissos
There’s a numbness in your sadness…
cor primum
I’ve heard some say, ‘reason reigns.’
bittersweet
Inevitably, Pain and Love are banded…
winterwhile
An ache the late season achieves.
i am poetry
I am poetry.
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