A Lover’s Quarrel With the World
Think of the world as poetic in itself. Nothing needs be added by me to turn the flowers into ferocious …
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Second Thoughts
The room is white. A single vanity light hovers over the mirror. Her hennaed hand caresses the blue jewel, drops …
Olive Branches
Scott McMillan three years old, he is the child who scribbles outside the lines on one day, killed by his …
Inertia
Something was needed a weight bearing substance, strong backs. Only children answered the call. Only children stepped forward. Only children …
Be an artist…
A Partial List of Beautiful Things
I have plagiarized myself to create this poem. Some of the lines come from other poems I have written. The …
Station
Grey light oily puddles, blue shimmer on the platform. The train is late. A man shuffles his feet, paper folded …
Autumn
When there is nothing left to say I will brush the cobwebs from my soul, this rusted dented old soul, …
Poetry on the run 