A few thoughts on the future of Americana, exploding population centers, Banana Ball, and what I'd love tomorrow to look like...
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“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
“Outside the House” – Day 5 of National Poetry Month
The path of bricks covered in dirt Beneath the bush beside our house Which stood on the left hand of town Never experienced love The iris garden less than twenty feet away Bloomed once a year and often Died before its life began Thanks to early warmth and a late freeze A tree in our … Continue reading “Outside the House” – Day 5 of National Poetry Month
“My Town” – National Poetry Month 2019
Happy #NationalPoetryMonth! I never celebrate April Fools' Day, but this I can get behind. Here's something I wrote earlier today and thought I'd share it. Enjoy! My Town In the town where I live We can walk to wherever we'd like without hassle, But we drive. It's faster. In the town where I live The diner … Continue reading “My Town” – National Poetry Month 2019
