Finding Middle Ground
Beauty once lead me on high Then dropped me down, a base reprise Colored blue, de-sensitized In purgatory, compromised I want to live, I want to die Feel life flash before my eyes Pinch...
Category: Poetry
Smuggs ’14 Chronicle, Day 2, July 26, 2018
see Mansfield againbefore taking the plunge downthe spiral pipe sliderelaxing in the hot tubFrankie under my arm The Cabot Factory Outlet in Waterbury offered a crowded house more than cheese samples. A pixie-cut-haired young...
Sleepy Contemplations
I’ve got thoughts in my head And dreams in my pockets I’ve worn smiles on my face Amidst sleepy contemplations There are journeys to be made And adventures to be had But my eyes...
A Blank Check
Master list of angst bullet points ricochet in French more common than stars in the sea Sheer height cranes a neck wears down the shoulders for the burden victory useless in the dark and...
In The Land of Promise
In the Land of Promise. This life of mine runs amuck, With water filled lungs And a wavering heart. Trouble was about me. The gossip was, let him sink. Oh, my dear, Precious you...
Smuggs ‘14 Chronicle, Part I: Day 1, July 25, 2014
The rust-colored bridge—Thaddeus something—looms ahead.. The sign next to it: Mohawk River—Erie Canal. After two-and-a-half hours driving north, we enter the heart of the capital region, just south of the Adirondacks. I’m so excited...
A Semester Abroad
Poem About Love You call it writers block, I say I’m empty inside. Arguments over cold coffee And burning but not smokeable Cigaretter butts. Social contracts obligate me To tell you not to...
Weathering Storms
A cool breeze rustles the topmost leaves in the backyard. It spreads the white and gray cumulus clouds that enshroud the sky in a mass of growing darkness. It feels so much cooler than...
Then I Walked Into You
Poem I found a clay hut while the desert stormed. Inside a monk sat on the packed ground Indian style, chanting the blues of the Ancients; centered soliloquist, unaware I laid prostrate before him....
Hands of Control
Poem Each day I wake I wake with good intent Each day I wake I seek simple goodness Each day I live I live in a crazy swirl Each day given away I live...
Sea Breeze
To touch, I am reaching out my hand, this wild, eternal dance to understand. My head is being enchanted, fascinated and my eyes gently, slowly are fading. Sitting on the sands within the softness,...
