Tagged: rebellion

9 October 2015

The Ghosts Do Not Whisper

Haunting Poem I know not why The ghosts do not whisper As the sequoias softly sigh But calmly I listen Why are the only voices That of the cabin’s moan And the memories...

Poetry

8 October 2015

Young Once

Poem Properly, your shoes plant On the ground off that last step Of the porch steps Momma looks on, her unwavering Glance Two things, faith and dynamite Which will be graced unto you...

Haibun / Poetry

8 October 2015

Return

Haibun Poem The oatmeal with sliced banana has a spongy texture. Each warm spoonful spreads across my tongue. Outside the open back door, a lone bird sings, and then is silent. Breakfast done,...

Poetry

7 October 2015

Day of a Pilgrim

Poem Before grey alleys or colorful homes empty their contents into the predawn streets like loose change from an old purse, the moment between sleep and awake lingers and the morning air is...

Poetry

7 October 2015

I Lost A Dream

I dedicate this poem to everyone who’s felt that way… yes, you might have lost a dream, or even two, but you never know. Tomorrow you may find something far more precious. Poem ...

Poetry

2 October 2015

Autumn

Nature Poem The silence of walking on leaves and small brances lifeless on the floor the colour of blood on the trees and skyes the smell of water crystal clear running and taking...

Haibun / Poetry

1 October 2015

Smuggler’s Notch 2012 Travelogue, Conclusion

Haibun Poem August 25th 158 Main is mobbed during breakfast. We’re seated at a booth next to their bakery display case. Feeling ignored. Somehow our waitress arrives with a hot coffee refill for...

Short Stories

1 October 2015

Figment

Flash Fiction We were walking back from the beach, the evening blue and moonlight submerging us as we followed the sidewalk to my front porch. No words, just thoughts, just senses. We walked...

Poetry

29 September 2015

Rushing

Poem Why fly, when you can run? Rushing through the day, to your head, a gun of time. It’s reaching out to you. With every minute, with every thrust It ticks The earth...

Poetry

25 September 2015

I Wish to Help

Poem Beaten I wish to use as explanation At least I know Why Invisible bruises Pain throbs every movement as if middle spine broke Canvas lies waiting wanting My fingers My purest touch...

Poetry

24 September 2015

Ordinary

Poem I see what you want I see what you feel You wonder if it can be real What if I knew That what you sense Is not just imaginary mist A dream,...

Poetry

22 September 2015

Looking For You

Poem What you see here Is no more than a vision You see often in your dreams When you cuddle your pillow You seek with your eyes You cry for this beauty You...