Approaching the cottage from the long country lane, with the sunlight shining directly on it, it held so much promise. Behind it was an inviting deep wood, and in one corner of the garden hens strutted, clucked and pecked behind mesh. Across open fields,...
Two personalities reside in this bodyone is playful and sassy - the other more straight-lacedone we will call leatherthe other we will call laceoften competing for loveas leather likes a man of strengthand lace likes soft hands and an embracetogether when...
What was she to do with that news it really threw her off her timing today she learned her fiance was returning after a long time away So many times she cried she was so lonely with him gone and now finally he was going to be coming home to her She...
By which poets Wright. Stoking the flame That passes from torch to torch. Using a dim flame to cook at night. Feeding this fire with all I got, my love, my need burning bright. My only companion is a flicker By which poets wright.
Danny Rogan, nine years and three months old, was sick of his life. Facing his second fight in a week, he wanted to be somewhere else. Anywhere else, as long as it was home. Games were stopping around the village schoolyard, as boys, and a few girls edged...
Daughter of sorrow, Hang your head toward the living earth. I will tell them of your heroes when time makes us free. I think you deserve that much. Oh, my love, I live on your water. Your truth I carry with me as I drift to your accepting delta. Fade the...
Early 1940. Siren’s mournful wailing, signalling, Our first air raid. Fearfully looking at me, she switched off all the lights Then she came to hug me close, her body trembling. I’d never seen her like this, so full of fear and worry. “It’s all right,” I...
"The Poetry Lesson" (inspired by Osip Mandelstam’s “The Stalin Epigram”) The cell is pitch black except for two cones of stark light, One over a man wearing a sea-green single-breasted tunic, Breeches, polished jackboots, and a peaked cap, Sitting behin...
You told me that I had to learnand learn boundariesand learn patiencebut my heart didn't want toWe had been away for awhilebut we found each other againthe old memoriesmaking way for new onesthe past forgiven and put asidefor a fresh new beginninga time t...
Yes lady yes. I agree there are no poems more beautiful than trees. But please lady please, let poems be thier leaves. Let roots sprout and grow metaphores. Let words wander like tiny rivulets of water in the snow. Let words be wonderful. Let words bring...
Back when I was young and blissfully ignorant, I loved the leading up and the first week of school. I would get my birthday money from my great-aunt in Ohio for my birthday and used that to buy my school supplies. The smell of opening up a fresh pack of n...
Two reside within these walls but not the walls you expect within me there are twin egos fighting to be one again one is playful and sassy too one is quite straight laced but when the two combine as one the fun really starts to begin now one we will c...
Travel the weather. To where we are built of bricks and clay. Let us speak of lost kingdoms and broken weapons. When did the ghost of time bead on the rim of a shattered Scottish well? Where in the piles of dead is there an ember that spans the seasons of...
When you go through something painful, do you find yourself wishing it would go away? Do you pray at night wishing someone could either take the hurt or take you? What if there exists a contraption that has the ability to wipe all bad memories. Conven...
I am slumped in a chair, staring at my newest painting. For over twenty-four hours I have been awake, painting in a near-trance for more than half that time. The painting portrays a scene not far from my studio, a shallow bay on Lake Madeline. A woman eme...
