Memory. It sneaks up on you On cat feet And knocks you into Next week. Melody drifts on The air and Swims into your ear, Swirling And Twirling And Spiraling Its way into Your heart, Making itself cozy In the armchair Of your chest. Memory smiles And sinks its teeth into Your center and Takes […]
Sometimes I read the words I write and wonder, “Did I really write that?” I wonder if this happens to all writers. I love opening new books and thinking about the author as she (or he) penned that first line. Did it really come first or was it written days, months, years after the […]
Sleep is a Substitute for you. My pillow collects The dreams, Catches the moments Where your rough Skin caresses my Cheek, Where your teeth Bite into my Lip in a fiery Passion that ignites At our closeness. In the light of The morning, You are nothing More than a Ghost, An apparition that Hovers until […]
The wind blows the dust, the dirt, the grit into my open wounds, the wounds that you sliced in my strong façade. Windy days shake the house where I sit writing you love poems that your eyes will never see, that your heart will never feel. I feel the air creeping through cracks in […]
The following story was written in 2007 during a class I took on teaching writing. My professor used the class and her teaching to model the methods to create a writing workshop for students. As such, we were required to write in the various modes: expository, persuasive, and narrative. The first two modes were […]
I need to write fast before these words escape my keystrokes, before my life catches up to me. I see it lurking in the periphery, waiting to pounce back into the forefront. I must get these words onto the page, or screen, or whatever, but I must get them out before these feelings of […]
I have no words left for you or for anything but you. I am walking up a never-ending staircase where you wait at the top, wait to see my face crest the apex. The problem is that the stairs never reach the top, never give a landing for relief for my aching legs. I […]
I keep telling myself to wrench your memory from my heart, place it on the ground and walk away. Or better yet, seal it up inside a bottle and let it drift on the open sea. Wash that memory onto some other shore for people to read while romancing each other. Let someone […]
Whisper to me, Send your voice Inside my mind. Let it float, Glide, murmur Down my spine. My eyes droop, Sleep feeling near. Dreams are where Your whispers Are real. Touch my cheek, Brush my hair From my eyes. Make me feel Like I’m alive. Whisper your words While you wander Through me. Open your […]
I should be working. I should be sleeping. I should be grading or cleaning or writing something other than poems for you. I should be focusing. I should be planning. I should be dreaming of a time when I can breathe without you. Instead of should be, I’m doing shouldn’t. I’m writing endless strings […]
TBI Survivor Story
Writing letters I can never send
He was so ugly that everybody died. The end!
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
~chaos with coffee☕
Poetic fun for the whole asylum!
Darren Hawbrook
A rather droll affair
Shattered long ago...
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
poetry w/teeth
Two old men write poetry, short stories and other things
Where are you John Bender...
My Imagination is the DEVIL on my shoulder
No, this blog is not about love.
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