Truth, or: Dare

A free verse poem No choice, he figured. No bullets but the one in his leg. No windows, no noise, no smoke. No way of knowing, but he wouldn't survive outside in the snow. "Hey! Anybody in there? Hello? I need shelter! Anybody there?" No response. As he pain- fully limped his way a- round… Continue reading Truth, or: Dare

Undone, or: Nowhere

Chant poetry Node node Nobody knows knows me node Node node node Nobody comes knocking node Node node Nowhere nowhere nowhere node Node node node Notes notes notes are written node Node node Nobody can read them node Node node node Notes are notes notes are played node Node node Nobody can hear them node… Continue reading Undone, or: Nowhere

Little game, or: Thrill me

Perhaps it was the I remember the bus stop by the brown field Empty no man's land between the houses with a couple of small How old was I in second or third grade? Nine years old I suppose Maybe eight houses down from ours maybe less It's all so hazy Those two small trees… Continue reading Little game, or: Thrill me

Dangerous, or: Horizonless

EPIGRAPH: When you start to live outside yourself, it’s all dangerous.-Ernest Hemingway (1899 – 1961) write safe words never utter crowd out white space press a dull nib dipped in life ink pour more than enough to cover horizonless pages of sheerest all color streaming into one blinding plane as searing brave light tears through… Continue reading Dangerous, or: Horizonless

almost, or: Tired

A free verse quadrille lacking motivation to even capitalize my letters; nah it’s stylistic –capitalized one only to change it –cuz that’s creative right? almost missed it, actually cuz my puter screen is smudged up, and I'm lacking the motivation to spray it and wipe it down. Tired A d'Verse prompt The above free verse… Continue reading almost, or: Tired

Stars, or: Cyanide

Memories free in verse I remember entire apples consumed, only stems remained to be thrown away I remember wet crunching sounds even as I was still cutting mine into slices I spread thick peanut butter, too much of, it on apples, as he did, but his used to be spread upon the skin; then all… Continue reading Stars, or: Cyanide