Lost Things
They are ghostly dreams now, even so, we keep the names, it makes us feel better. We want a scenario …
Author Archives: Ronald E. Shields
The Truth About the Past
This poem is prompted by “Letter to My Great, Great Grandchild” by J. P. Grasser The truth is we did …
4 AM
After Jane Hirshfield The night becomes a long exile when the dark hour arrives like a lone bell, calling out …
Plato’s Cave
It was a phase, everything a parade of shadows on the wall. I step forward now, restless, uncertain about how …
Remains
Something just turns and something falls into place. Then the young fly away, scarlet on their wings flashing in the …
Make-Believe
Ahh the soul, the ubiquitous nonentity that animates us, we are sock-puppets, yapping dream-dipped meat sacks. So much good work …
Healing
After John Ashbery Living in America as this goes on, it would be prudent to look out for one another. …
Say a Little Prayer
Intricate decisions dissolve in water. Indecisions lead deeper into the labyrinth. Poor passing facts longing for the grace of accuracy, …
Spring Planting
There are days when my life feels like a subtle interference filled with probability and peril, and breath is testament …
Living with Her
After Li-Young Lee She aches, and I believe it is for the ocean. She talks, her voice is the shape …
Poetry on the run 