Time Travel; Before Change, Still Hope
Spoken Word Tight curls diligent enough to wrap around the idea of my finger large eyes soaking up the world like the biscuit Momma made; every last drop of gravy belonged to it like...
Tagged: Poetry
The Red Ribbon
Poem Night music Drifting with a stranger Feeling a slight sense of beautiful danger Trust feels so exciting The world is expanding Smiling at the unknown Dancing, feeling connected Swept away The world...
My Sole Dominion
Poem I betray the age of this earth. With my tongue I paint the flames of evening wheat fields; With my hair the billowing debutante gowns of willows; With my toes the dripping emerald...
Fake Smiles, Pint Of Beer
Poem The day was hot, the night is long and wet but I don’t regret and I am not sad. Despite all the pretty faces and fancy clothes, emptiness is lurking, pages still...
The Sojourner
Life Poetry Walking down this dusty road Shaped by those before me It crumbles behind face As I sojourn in this place Grassy lands begin to brown From under my bare feet Egressing...
Making Art
Poem “An artist should be hired,” they declared, “to commemorate the event!” All agreed it was a splendid idea, so for a painter they sent. He arrived and listened intently, as they described...
Experiment – Left Eye Operation
The muscles around this eye cause the last thing to be said to come out as a question mark – the lazy visit the pupils dole out to the corners of the sockets (the...
