These tattered sheets are more than blank pages, more than white space or drawer-filling junk. They are possibility, potential. They are opportunities for release and chances for existence to blossom with a scratch of this pen. Sheets bound by threads of metal spiraling up their spines, they are stories waiting to be told and poems […]
And they move and move and move, each shift of chord and change of key, they move. Your fingers flit back and forth, twisting and wringing the weight of a melody from strings and strums. Your wrists writhe as they tangle with the notes that float from fingertips that exist in this box where you […]
In the days when the lands were dark And orange moons circled above, There was a boy who carried the mark Of music and of love. His bones were formed from melodies That floated on his skin. His fingers held a remedy Made from strings and pen. But his ears fell deafly on the sounds […]
And without you, I am fog and broken glass, just bits of carnage mixed with love that is wasted and wantonly swept out with the sand and spiderwebs. Without you, I am haze and uncertainty and longing for pieces of a life I never had. I am blue glass and shards of seashells you placed […]
Your cat’s name was Jackie. She had emerald eyes and brown spots on her fluffy white fur. She was thirteen when I met her, and I remember you telling me how you despised her since you were a child running through Oregon’s green hills. But then I’d catch you holding her and whispering in her […]
The color of your eyes turns my blood red with a fire built under your hands. Your touch, so sure that I am only trust and liquid belief. **** This was written as part of the Blogging U course. The prompt was trust, the form was acrostic, and the device was internal rhyme. I’m stretching […]
I walked around this world so vast trying to hear the voice from the past, but as I headed home to take these steps alone, I heard you whispering at last. **** This path has pushed me onward towards “stay” and “do not wander,” but paths can be wrong, a flat note in a song, […]
You refract through me like raindrops catching rainbows, piercing me with light. **** Water crushing roads, folding cities into stones– storms made from my love. **** I have found myself a part of the WordPress Blogging U for their poetry workshop. The theme was water, the form was haiku, and the device was simile. I […]
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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