Category Archives: Poetry

Shoefalls

One, two, they dropped both shoes right down onto me. Three, four, what there’s more! How many can there be? All my life, now I live in fright; The risk will never end. I know I’m right, yet still this … Continue reading

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Love in the Time of Parenting

We’re in it together through the stormy weather, and you know what else is true? It couldn’t be better! We’ll come to treasure these times we’re going through. Bonds of struggle and strife tend to last for life, and may … Continue reading

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The Towers of Ilium

Four braziers burn on towers high, each marking a corner. Yet no light emits from these brazen pits, their coals’ black heat just smolders. The cardinal flames have all waned to ash without their constant tending. It takes daily strains … Continue reading

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Winding Road

The crooked line covers more ground. I’ve always preferred the scenic route, but I’m constantly more lost than found and a straight line has no time for doubt. I meander, sally, wander and wend, always walking to another place on … Continue reading

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The Worst Day of My Life

I love my home and I love my life. I also love my struggles and my strife because only friction can sharpen knives. I love the dark and I love the light. I love the day and I love the … Continue reading

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Fully Empty (#tbt)

Something wicked this way comes. Thick, wretched air chokes up my lungs. A grey-green smog blocks out the sun. Terror sets in, I start to run. I fear my time here may be done. I stumble, fall, now hope there’s … Continue reading

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Light Lunch

If you are what you eat then it should be obvious that we’re all made of starlight, albeit at varying degrees of remove. It’s nearly impossible to see individual flecks of stardust when you’re surrounded by whole whirling worlds of … Continue reading

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