Tagged: poem 19
A Nod Here And There
Stop at the crest of hump day to survey the majesty of a week half-done flesh responds to the air’s gentle nudges is this the right direction? Fancy yourself a handsome cut piece of...
The Present Past
Life Poetry The baguette shaped scar on my finger reminds me of a time when I still believed in magic When I thought I was the reincarnation of a pharaoh’s wife When I used...
Lost and Found
Poem Boots are covered high in mud Wind running into my skin Break it down to all that’s bare I’m looking for a story to be told Running away from those episodes Words...
Living in Fire
Poem you set up this place where the grass isn’t green where the fence isn’t white the gates look welcoming take away the preview show me that you anticipate give me that devil...
A Curious Confusion
Poem Last night, in my back yard, a curious confusion arose, you were, I was splendiferously colliding stay home and speak to me, go away quickly leave me alone with you I’m talking...
Confessions of a Nice Person
I’m sick of consideration of tip-toeing with subservient salutations mentally groveling to figure the proper expression of an emotional need taking heed always stubbing my own toes never touching those of my foes I’m...
Tasting Wine
When getting wasted tasting wine, you’re clearly never wasting time. Choose to spit and waste it, fine; as long as you’re not tasting mine. more by LUCAS HOWARD Photograph by Emanuel Feruzi
