Category Archives: Poetry
Poetry: The Acorn
Early August the first acorn fell “Too early” I whispered to myself As the young soldier rolled to my feet About these ads
Poetry: Adopt a Highway
Years pass and your appeal begins to fade Your skin sags and cracks and no band aid Will fix the neglect shed upon you And no one is there to help Your pockmarked body, so fragile, easy to harm, Like when you were first laid in the crook of my arm Can no longer be […]
Poetry: Woe to the Written Word
Binding wavers and winces when opened, Pages weeping from its worn cracked center, Exposing tiny threads holding what, Remains of its spine to its washed out words, That were once so bold but now willowy, Held by these humane hands, No longer having the backbone to withstand, All the weighty words it is expected to […]
Poetry: They Don’t Answer When I Ring
A doll house with flawless fittings A miniature imitation of The residence that houses it Three dolls are sitting silently On three separate floors alongside The heavily curtained windows Silence violently vibrating Permeating paper thin walls A stillness falls around the house What’s this migrating malady Spreading between lifeless houses That makes me walk the […]
Poetry: The Depth
Atop this vast frozen pond laying above the deepest depth, Imprisoned by its cold bond of ice seeping into the flesh. The wind shows no mercy here drawing away my own air, From my lungs it disappears leaving me in bitter despair. The barren trees reach for me but what cover can they provide, With […]
Poetry: The Botox Poem
The waiting room is frozen in silence except for her manicured nails tapping on the cold metal chairs that are designed primarily to be uncomfortable. A fan clicks impatiently as each of its vanes tries to escape their caged prison. A man in a white coat walks in the room and smiles so wide and […]
Poetry: Knit One, Purl Two
Starting with a knot looped on a size eight metal needle, I begin to knit. The yarn is a thick wool that makes me itch but my mother loved the feeling of wool. I remember her sitting beside me knitting with the same needles and yarn smiling when I asked if she would teach me. […]
