PinnedLife Itself But Why Trains?This train thums beneath me, a steady pulse, iron on iron, loss lingering in the air, sharp as the whistle’s cry. Still, this train is…Sep 30Sep 30
PinnedPublished inPoets UnlimitedThe End of OctoberThe end of October, Leaves orange and red. Three children giggling As the night of the dead Floats on a sunset, all orange and red.Feb 17, 2016A response icon2Feb 17, 2016A response icon2
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Before I Learned To ReadBefore I learned to read there were rolling hills and lollipop trees, and memories of dust motes dancing on faint light that filtered…1d ago1d ago
The F-Bomb Explosion“And for every drop of blood that is spilled by the wayside…” And for every time you wouldn’t look at me while I emptied myself to you……Oct 19Oct 19
Too Many Chickens Come HomeI’m keeping my eye on The Gift, the book with all the answers, the one I searched for, the one I knew had all the answers, except I can’t…Oct 13Oct 13
Little Debbie And The Goblin MarketWe need to talk about Little Debbie and the Goblin Market and forbidden fruit. The market is run by the Fair Folk, whose job…Aug 26Aug 26
A Nagging Question…How does one reconcile love with justice? Different threads pull at my heart, pull at my soul, threatening, demanding, pleading. Are the…Aug 5Aug 5
Longshoremen eat dogs and cats for breakfast because they love animals and hate the water and…Aug 5Aug 5
They Call Me MISTER PendejoIs that you? No, this is me. I’m riding a train wreck. That’s a train everybody got to ride. I’m a stick figure from the faraway future…Aug 3Aug 3