Tinted Images
Originally posted on Poetry on the run:
I remember tinted images yellow and stained in old wooden frames. The glass was scratched and…
Author Archives: Ronald E. Shields
Tracks In Sand
…and whether they are beautiful or not, there will be no one to guard them in the days to come…* …
Axioms
The homey axioms, homeless in age; happy endings with nowhere to return. Gone with memories too shaken to grip the …
The Poet
The words on paper speak solitude, because that is what the poet knows – the only certain knowledge he has. …
Breaking Rules
I see them, not looking away I just look through. One day I break the rule and talk to them. …
Senses
Air – bruising at the speed of sound. Friction from the 7 billion names spoken everyday hums in the cloudless …
Ill Fated
“Here I am in the reservation of my mind.” Adrian C. Louis Screams drown the sound of hand …
The Art of Suicide
A tree, a rope and a note, “The empty noose means I’m not desperate enough.” A cry, a warning? We …
Persuasion
Not feminine, though it exists. Untamed, polite for ‘savage’, perfect name for a jazz riff, or Buddy Rich drumming. …
Long Boned Girl*
The Day: Oh what comes on the wind, simple and bright, to splash among the rocks and wash over the …
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