One sided words aren't words at all.
Coin
But who hears us from the bottom of the well?
Oracle’s Day
We all have a day to look forward to.
In The Forecast
we’ve spilt ink over lightning and blood before thunder; we’ve courted the rain and danced in the wind; swept flowing falling the swelling skies all accounted for nothing to pen in the storm and its passing when all that’s left is the rain.
Announcement: more WORDS
He walks into the familiar dusty house, through the same old dusty door, sitting in his favorite dusty chair. It's his own fault the place is a ghost town, but oh well. How often does travelling end up back home, anyways? Hi, My name is Robby and I run this, er, well I suppose this …
The Life of Helen Benes
was not an easy one, nor was it an uncommon one. She had no memory of her birth family, rather, her childhood was a series of vignettes set in a number of foster homes and orphanages. She didn’t settle into one single place until the age of 9 when things had finally started to go …
These (Thoughts) 2019 (2017)
A Poem Written about two periods of time two years apart.
The Trojan Human
Our saga begins at 7 a m (Well, snooze alarm so 7:10) And once again She might be late Work starts at eight Rising can wait On Her sleepless debate Can She fake what it takes To face another day She’s a Trojan human inside wooden skin She’s seen how we’re made So she’s blending …
You Make It Hard To Pick A Single Theme
Being published with the permission of the recipient of this poem.
The Reason
Things don’t happen for a reason Even from the very first day We’re not enslaved To some predisposed fate Awaiting and facing us at The end Congratulating And Saying That they’ve paved the way So praise them Take it all In stride As you walk away Things don’t happen for a reason I don’t …
Rargona 