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THE GREY SKY

Amid worldly lineups and chores,

I watch everyone as they pass through the door.

Hallucinating my horcrux fall apart and tear,

My mind is at sixes and sevens here. 150 more words

Relationship

the unit

Ford Fairmont Wagon
Yellow

Webber on tape deck
Cello

Driving and you hear
Bellows

Four boys, and yet you
Mellow

Raised them to be good… 11 more words

Poem

Ebbing Away

There’s a sound I know,

I hear it everywhere I go.

Silent as a felony,

Feels like it likes the feeling of being lonely.

Calmly resting on a precipice’s edge, 185 more words

Uncertainty

instead of (11/May/18)

instead of writing that I’ll write this…… to the tune of, well, obvious, Drunken Sailor...

“What do we do with a drunken sailor
what do we do with a drunken sailor… 128 more words

Forget (Exercise)

The rain was cold and it had sent all the adults scrambling into overdrive. Their cute matching yellow dresses were sticking to their cold skin while the flowers that had been put in their hair with painstaking care were drooping. 151 more words

Almost Done (with Apologies to Yumiko)

Alan and I returned last night from a weekend reunion in southern California with our old (1974-81) Athletes in Action gymnastics team. Alan instigated the gathering after he and three other former teammates visited… 623 more words

Knitting

Featured poet! W. R. Hill

William “Bill” Hill is a wonderful, lesser-known poet from a small town in Pennsylvania. I love his short, simple poems with themes on the quiet beauty of nature and the small joys and truths of life. 12 more words

Poetry