Letting Go
The mirror, too full of reflection, fogs in this cold, cabined air. Blowing the night’s embers, drawing a small fire …
Author Archives: Ronald E. Shields
An Aubade
A lamentation for the coming of the light… The day comes on, relentless in its rising. The bedroom reeks of …
‘I Am A Rich White Guy’ – First Person Pronoun
An addition to the previous post In the Third Person…please bear with me. It all comes good somewhere down the line, …
Another Season
This season is gone, trailing its pungent remains: leaf rot, mushrooms, uneaten fruit decaying back to their elements, covering the …
In the Third Person
This is the first stanza, or maybe the whole poem… It’s not a grammatical error. It is an existential problem. …
Burn
The flames don’t really know anything about convection or kelvin or thermodynamics. Flame is just a brute fact like entropy …
Magic
I see a child whose life is dying of thirst. I see a child chasing droplets of water in a …
Backyard birds…
They aren’t mallards but then I do live in the city…
I typed ‘images’ into Google Search…
A Sermon Regarding Hunger I was offered pictures of a starving baby. Yes an actual baby, a fellow human starving to …
Ekphrasis or nice tan, it’s a win – win…
Maybe I am going to write about pictures. Ekphrasis – poetry about pictures. I believe it is my calling, or …
Poetry on the run 