Frustration boils over like a pot of pasta left on the burner too long with the cover over it. We don’t know when our number is up, but we should check the egg timer periodically.
Bringing down wrath like rays of sunshine, glimpsed through a break in the clouds. If only this was true for the truly wicked.
Running through the field the snow shows my tracks until the wind comes and wipes them away. It’s as if I was never here. How do I leave a mark? How?
The eagle has lost many feathers and its skinned is burned from the fires of ignorance. The eagle has lost many feathers and its feet are shackled with iron forged of lies. The eagle has lost many feathers but it will, given time, learn to fly again.
Dragging my feet as I near the finish line. Each step, a weighted leg ankle, knee, thigh… The ribbon wavers in the wind, the cheers around the marker are distant despite being as close as an embrace. I make it forward only through will because my body responds like I’m running through cement that is … Continue reading Finish the Race – A Poem
Total belief is the anchor tied around your ankles, your waist, your arms, digging into your flesh, leaving rope burns as you are dragged under the waves of ignorance, hidden shame, and the depths of despair.
Often wondering what Sarah meant, Ava moves, like walking through wet cement, from here in Florida to there in Georgia but wherever Ava goes, Ava’s still there. Drying leaves gather at her feet, compost to feed the roots her toes become as the fall winds blow by like all the uninterested girls.
A boy is dead. A man is accused. Before the first hearing, there are condemnations flying like mosquitos over a puddle, in the Florida summer. Same could be said of reporters, a murder of crows descending on a desiccated corpse only to feast, regurgitate, and feast again. The gavel is a dinner bell for all … Continue reading Crows – A Poem
Holes in the Middle - A Poem