I think of the people so small
Who believe in life there’s no call.
Who believe in the vain and inane
Depend on the profane 198 more words
1 day, 15 hours
This table –
elongated and stretching
to the borders of the room,
set with heavy silverware
and water goblets and plates
centered with linen napkins in steel rings, … 362 more words
1 day, 21 hours
The Cosmic Carousel
You, reigning down
Angry at my Audacity & my Joy
Hard against my Tenderness & my Tears
Working your fists of Rage
Everything bothers you. 15 more words
1 day, 22 hours
A montage of blurbs, both fictional and non-fictional.
They come here every day,
Every day since they were the tiny versions of the people they are now.
They laugh and joke and tease, 126 more words
2 days, 2 hours
The drum beat wakes up the now
without our past being forgotten.
It speaks straight to an artist’s mind
and it riles up the downtrodden. 82 more words
2 days, 3 hours
He’s here – the boy I love so much.
His head bowed, eyes sunken and hollow.
She’s always here now in memory and in the whispers of the wind. 122 more words
2 days, 14 hours
This is a place where grandmas would rather push a little chair with wheels than be pushed in a wheeled chair.
This is a place where grandfathers are numerous and play and never spare a word of shame. 136 more words
2 days, 16 hours