JUDGMENT DAY
There is a man without a head, high on a hill. Is he a spirit or is he real? Nobody knows what to say. They…
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There is a man without a head, high on a hill. Is he a spirit or is he real? Nobody knows what to say. They…
A poem about poems If I wrote one hundred poems,would one of them be good enough,speak to someone,scratch an itch,or grace the pages of a…
Each person has their day in the sun, so to speak. But time keeps rolling on. You can’t stop time, no matter what you do.…
Today, I met this old man of yesterday. His shoulders were bent, and his hair was gray. He said son, don’t lag behind. You’re just…
Oh, I’d love to see Grandma Pearl and Grandma Emma again. I’d love to hear Uncle Curtis play the banjo down in Nebo Bend. I’d…
It’s morning, early that quiet, still time before the world stirs and I’m sitting on our blue couch in the living room waiting for my…
Today is a strangely rainy day Is it connected to my crying? The silent cry is casual in March It is right after February’s lover…
You slipped out of my hands like water. Maybe it was because I am used to not having a grip over people and situations that…
There is an effortlessness to who you are that you cannot capture. No hacks or morning routines — no filter or chant will call it…
How do you find your way in a lightless room?So dark — shadows fail to materialize. Hands outstretched, you feel your way to the door.…
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