Mustard sunset spills Irradiated blinds Soon to cotton candy dusk My window bleeds The irradiated cocktail My life after cigarettes Nearing midnight A pharmacy-developed snapshot of My six by four inch red-eyed friends Is the closest I can capture This hundredth vision of the same light April 11th, 2019
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“Some People” – Day 10 of National Poetry Month
Some people wait for the perfect moment Like a runner ignoring the starting gun until the wind changes I ignore perfectly appropriate words Until assorted magic manifests I wait a lot I tap plenty of keys but mostly backspace Some people buy new clothes once they’ve reached their goal weight I work out when the … Continue reading “Some People” – Day 10 of National Poetry Month
“To Feel Thin” – Day 9 of National Poetry Month
Tomorrow, to feel thin I will shower first thing in the morning And go immediately for a brisk thirty-minute walk, Followed by as many sit-ups as I can manage. Then I will shower again In cold water With the minty body wash that makes my skin explode. I will drink a half-glass of orange juice … Continue reading “To Feel Thin” – Day 9 of National Poetry Month
“In My Bleak Midwinter” – Day 8 of National Poetry Month
Modeled after "A Christmas Carol" aka "In the Bleak Midwinter" by Christina Rossetti, 1872 In the bleak midwinter Burning sun made blaze; Earth cracked dry as corpses; Water lost to haze; Snow forgotten; snow, what snow? Frozen brow and nose In the tundra of winter lost Long, long ago. Our charge, heaven entrusted, Earth could … Continue reading “In My Bleak Midwinter” – Day 8 of National Poetry Month
“However Many” – Day 7 of National Poetry Month
However many years without a way to feel We’ll be alright However many years without That guiding light Morning after morning, here I cry Another day, another try However many nights of failing There’s always more However many people hurt There will still be more Morning after morning turns to night And forgiveness passes by … Continue reading “However Many” – Day 7 of National Poetry Month
The Favoring Wind 