A Simple Dedication
Release your strange heart. Begin to know what you want in the aftermath of the storm, in the bright finale of …
Author Archives: Ronald E. Shields
An Angry Poem, Because So Many Flags Are At Half Staff
The wreaths are piling up on the curb. Flags at half-staff line streets swept …
Moonlight Sonata
The Moonlight Sonata coaxes light through …
The Voice I Remember
I remember the voice. Quiet, soft as a caress on the back of my neck. It would coat my heart …
The Fall
He fell so gracefullyfor a moment it looked liked he meant it.The fall was perfectly balanced like the sweep of a …
The Weight
Against the day I am powerless so I rise to face it in the mirror. Finding a vaguely familiar face I wash it, shave it, prepare it for a world …
Homeless In A Dream
Tossed on the heap, I molder under the weight of a thousand gulls picking at my eyes and coveting my liver.Just another …
Tinted Images
I remember tinted images yellow and stained in old wooden frames, the glass scratched and wavy. They sat on a …
City Of Stone
This City is old, wrapped in the skin of a maiden whose time is past. Abandoned by her ghosts – …
The Photograph Album
We are looking at photographs. You study my posture, my gaze. I watch you change with children at your side. …
Poetry on the run 