Tag: poetry

  • So Long Ago

    So Long Ago

    When green fields grow barren And life grows all too much I sit fixated on the sound Of the steel birds That grace the sky above. When flowers bloom And then grow dry Under the fiery sun That makes water run dry And lands grow barren  Do I see the happiness I had once in the pastSo long ago And now escapes my reachLike salt…

  • Novel Assassination

    Novel Assassination

    This morning I murdered a book, as I laid in bed with my dozing pitbull,watching her breath move the blanket,her paw twitching against the mattress and my legwhile sunlight submersed the room into existence. The plot had some sort of twist that I hadnot recently seen in film or book;or, at least,I don’t think so,for…

  • Heat

    Heat

    Yellow popcorn curls and June bugs, girls named June and May and April too. Southern summers smell of 1950’s funnel cakes and fast boys, faster cars and jars of strawberry jam. Brown skin kissed by boat dock bruises and cool evenings on porches older than plantations — haunted like them too. Drive-ins with Bobby and…

  • From the Burrow’s Edge

    From the Burrow’s Edge

    There seems to be more every daycoming and going through the old grey double doorsMob of Mason Bees buzzing without terminustwo to a room, fifty in total and they’re all flying solo Three bees, five nightcrawlers and two flat-nosed bats sleeping the wrong way upSingle misplaced souls in a realm owned by seven billion The…

  • M I D A S  A N D  C O L L E G E  B O O K S

    M I D A S A N D C O L L E G E B O O K S

    Tyrant stains within the spaces of my fingers; If you will take a ship from my wrist to these, Astrologers will sing ‘no’ in a chorus for my market value was next to none and the production cost alone took a small library or a two. Turmeric thumb— snap like the summon of a magician,…

  • Americana

    Americana

    The TV set centered in the airy living room,breakfast flowing out of the kitchen, a fruit salad, garishly and gorgeously colorful,flavors waiting to be accepted into our plates.The screen door lets sunlight casually stream in,providing a view of rows of unextraordinarily neat suburban houses withthe greenest grass you ever did see.Next to the door, the…

  • TIME

    TIME

    The moment I was clothed in sheep-woolAnd put out to bah with crowded language,I strayed, I strayedI dug the graves the vultures had ploughedAnd made a song to amuseThe charade called joker-faced destiny Marx said you are too goodIn markets to run, all the stable boy paradesWe ran, we ranInspecting the pulps found in the…

  • Ulster County

    Ulster County

    It’s all of us and the small towns that hurt us. Leaving you was like prison escape and I knew it. It was simple hard, I didn’t know how much poison there was in the water fountain water and school lunch until I left, coughing up blood every once and a while for years. “oh…

  • Anyways

    Anyways

    It’s just the way things are, they never change,told you I’ll tell you more later. The world spins with or without us,but know I wanted you here. Speeches only work in the presentand old words can’t save you later. And I can’t always be there. I was looking for the secret of the universe but…

  • Letting Your Dreams Fly

    Letting Your Dreams Fly

    Objective: throw a roll of toilet paper through a hanging hoola hoop in front of students crazed on the fumes of homecoming. He’ll do it. He kept telling himself that all the days prior. And guess what? He did! I mean the kids went crazy. He went crazy. He ripped his shirt off because nobody…

  • And Don’t Forget to Text Mom

    And Don’t Forget to Text Mom

    everyone knowswhat to do by nowwhen the Active ShooterAlarm screams out:rush to a roomthat locks quickly,help the teacherbarricade the door, then hunker downbehind desks or inclosets, and awaitall your Thoughts and Prayers. Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like “And Don’t Forget to Text Mom,” CLICK HERE.

  • My Brother’s Curls

    My Brother’s Curls

    I remember when you were bornA wavy-haired rebelSquealing against our mother’s arms.Now, Small shoes strike cement.A pitter patter in pursuitOf those fiery curls.They follow the flamesFlickering from your head,Unfettered.Don’t blame them for wanting,Chasing.Innocent freedom is a fleeting Godhood,And though you may fall in your play,And grow into the scuffs of age,My Prometheus brother:You do not…