As long as the roots are not severed All is well And all will be well In the garden In the garden The trees are strong my lord Their roots go deep Could you please tell me where I can find a garden to work in? There is much to be done during the winter … Continue reading Found Poem: “The Gardener” – Day 29 of National Poetry Month
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“A Taste of Armageddon” – Day 28 of National Poetry Month
If it had to be, then I had to do it. It forced me. It made itself to be. Of course, I did it. If there was no other way, then this was the best way. It had to be. Nothing else would do. Of course. Things happen. All things happen. This one thing happens. … Continue reading “A Taste of Armageddon” – Day 28 of National Poetry Month
“American Midnight” – Day 27 of National Poetry Month
Imperial street lamps to untamed starlight, Striding in the unsafe carnival Drunk on the unnamed attitude Sober in the sight of enemies Dangerous in the eyes of friends Restlessly metropolitan Sleeplessly middle American Nervously coastal, As the store fronts close, were already closed, stay open Where the news reports, is received, is made Sleeping the … Continue reading “American Midnight” – Day 27 of National Poetry Month
“Julia” – Day 26 of National Poetry Month
I met Julia while drinking my feelings On the handicap ramp near the street. We liked the same beer. She bummed me a cigarette Or three by the end. She hated the crowds. I hated her jacket. She picked on the t-shirt I wore. We both noticed this guy inside stumbling over himself. Neither of … Continue reading “Julia” – Day 26 of National Poetry Month
“Admissions” – Day 25 of National Poetry Month
To the voice in my head holding me accountable: this is the latest that I have posted one of these daily poems, but the way I've been approaching this challenge, the day isn't over until I go to bed. I worked all afternoon & then went to see Avengers, so of course I didn't finish … Continue reading “Admissions” – Day 25 of National Poetry Month
“The Party” – Day 22 of National Poetry Month
A wheel of cheese, a cellar full of wine A seat with my name specially arranged To reach my favorite dishes and to see The host when toasts and blessing are exchanged By uninvited invitation called Though inconvenient, all appointments changed With no one quite themselves as they arrived To feast a host we knew … Continue reading “The Party” – Day 22 of National Poetry Month
The Favoring Wind 