To the skies above you
‘Tis the morn and I find myself in thoughts
Of you and how you are
Where you are
The sun hides between the clouds… 44 more words
1 week, 4 days ago
New West Havens
I can point my hands at numbered things
and I can perch upon the wall.
I can wear a face you see right through
and I can speed or I can stall. 32 more words
3 weeks ago
How does one go about celebrating one’s first publication? I say, I do it with lofty, rather British sounding English. I’m quite chuffed, and all that, even if it makes me sound a bit toff. 358 more words
3 weeks, 4 days ago
And the very short poem:
1 month ago
A part of him welcomed the comforter’s punches,
and he clocked in gut-first to entreaties in bunches.
The thought made his bacon.
The thought taught him wishes. 109 more words
I had a tiny body once
so often rapt with joy.
It turned the wheels of tiny bikes
and proclaimed “Here comes a boy!”
It left me bleeding once or twice… 65 more words
2 months ago
‘No it is’ met ‘yes it’s not’
and had a fight over what was what.
Yes said ‘no’ and no said ‘yes’
and what was what was anyone’s guess.