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Habits – The Book Version
With strong 2020 vibes, this is a sample from my recently published poetry volume!
Daniel Walking Alone
Daniel took a walk everyday because playing in his room became lonely. He wove from the east end of town to the south, From the north end of town to the west, Wearing blue jeans in the summer Because his only shorts were too large and had no pockets, And in shorts, the socks he … Continue reading Daniel Walking Alone
“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
“Habits” – Day 24 of National Poetry Month
Tomorrow is another day To lose the war another way To flub the words you’d like to say To fail again and run away To think your thoughts are all cliche To hate the game, refuse to play To learn your hairs are turning gray To hide the face you won’t display To sleep in … Continue reading “Habits” – Day 24 of National Poetry Month
“The Tides” – Day 23 of National Poetry Month
Leveling Piled salty waves Consistent swells Crashing By the moon Tidal certainty Eroding My bare shore Heavy blows Unyielding Until the shoreline Is not April 23th, 2019
“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
“Spring Night” – Day 20 of National Poetry Month
With the spring night cooling, I clench my bedtime glass of water. I am sitting up, hours from wonderland In the soft glow of a Himalayan salt lamp, A harem of ionized kisses in the otherwise dark, Waiting for blackout. With the storm winds settling, I close the bedroom window; There’s nothing left to watch … Continue reading “Spring Night” – Day 20 of National Poetry Month
The Favoring Wind 