bigly haiku
under the white tent orange clown sadly slumping bringing joy to none 2017 Please rate this Rate this poem? 0 1 2 3 4 5…
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fungal
i believe you. slender fingers twirl like batons as you tell stories of places and people i could barely dream. every word more important than…
Winter’s Dirge
December days draw close the nigh’ as winter storms behold these mournful eyes and muted skies and sparrows lone and cold. The forest that I…
Every Day
There you stand Thirty pieces of silver in your hand O My own Judas You Never really loved me You Just wanted to control And…
Don’t wipe out
I will embrace today better than yesterday paddle my way over every obstacle and I will be weary of sharks who will try to steal…
Iris
Each day I consider you as I tend the mysteries of my garden the vesper the snakehead and your bulbous roots such a trickster as I…
Summer’s lost
Winter draws another close, to what was just her unexpected start. Even with more discrepancies than most, we once or twice shared a pavement. Finding…
three of july
head a’tilt to aevenin’ sky ‘tis a stankin-sticky three of july hellechopper, choppin’ up high no time for tiny guy waving hi-bye that is me,…
Dearest
My sunshine My summer rain I woke today realising that life is fleeting I’m asking myself what sort of person will I have been If…
Addicted
Sometimes I switch into a dwelling mode Searching for a purpose amongst my enemies Every man is an artist Some carry a heavy load I’ll…