Her blouse is livid with loose ends of string
intertwined like feasting garden-worms.
That pompous scuffed tortoise-shell button
swinging from a sagging polyester lapel.
That feathered coffee stain fr...
In the edges of darkness, a fire blazes. A masking color of orange consuming the skies. Black clouds blot out the moon and stars. It spreads farther and farther, collapsing wood and bushes, consuming ...
The withered planes of aged papyrus read like shallow pools of cryptic braille.
Alleviating the curiosity of tentative fingertips, bringing history to budding flesh.
Oil paintings with grease-splotch ...
It was his birth right, what was rightfully his, it seems His spot on the throne his father once sat upon It took more than a birth right to make him King though It was his strength, his courage
Walls coloured custard with faded silk stripes,
edges eaten into threads by starving insects.
Crying from dank,
the deafening drips of porous pipes.
Billowing drapes of drowsy ...
The colossal pillars of chipped marble
Stand together like jilted lovers,
Sharing secrets in stiffness,
With fractures of glory,
And the great richness of loss,
We may fi...
The flames that burn inside my heart,
Are the same as the fires that dwell in hell.
Burning me from inside out.
It hurts so bad, It burns so hot.
Why can't this hate stop?
The flames lick my hatred,
Tea bags still soaking
in chipped porcelain,
pecking at cracks,
and caressing stains
that linger in molars.
Finely ground specs,
those murky lovers
swim in slow circles,
Let me start this off by saying I am a person who doesn’t like poetry all that much. Sure, at this point in my life, I can be mature and respect poetry as a sophisticated craft of literature, but back...
It is often said that a good story is timeless, but the best literature can also provide an insight into the time and place in which it was created, specifically its values and attitudes. The period s...
What weakness is there,
Such of flesh and man,
Binding both mind and meat,
To drag senses mad.
To drive sad a heart,
And leave regret as repose.
Of truth, the world lays bare,
Many a perfect feast,
When the winding sheet of history coils
Stiffly around handrail and chimney stack,
I’ll be reminded it’s no longer enough
To write poetry, to build monuments
From toothed stanzas to the splintering eg...
I stepped into the world today,
it surrounded me.
Like the first moments of departed womb,
the cold sting piercing,
heart center piece, quivering to the touch.
Again the newness
of Life's first breath...
We shook the southern dust from our feet for the last time,
By foot, mule, train or truck,
Dixie is at our back and a new day is ahead,
Detroit, Chicago, Philadelphia, and New York,
As the Puritans dried up the alcohol
And the influenza virus waned,
As another anniversary of Red summer came around
As Butter Beans and Susie gained Vaudeville fame,
A fever took hold to hit the northbound road,
We packed up everything we owned
To board the Orange Blossom Train
Heading up the Atlantic Coast.
As the stock market rose
And the stock yards grew,
As Henry Ford’s invention
Created jobs for glass, rubber and steel,
As the trap doors of speakeasies
Hid the booze,
In the middle of the heat,
In the middle of the desert,
Do not know the south
All I know is just keep going
Thirst was no longer willing to compromise
When I have p...
One cold night
in mid winter snow,
the clock struck ten
as the fire brightly glow.
I settled down as I began to retire
when a gust of wind blew out the fire.
A dim blue light
flickered in the dark, se...
I've been cleaning house lately,
getting rid of things I don't need.
The usual stuff:
Stuffed animals from years gone by,
Books that have gone untouched for years.
It didn't tak...