I was trying to write a poem. Like I do so when I sit outside in perfect weather and drink wine. Only this time I have a beer. 182 more words
19 hours, 25 minutes ago
July 4, 2015
“The Boy BEFORE The Manic Pixie Dream Girl’s One True Love”
She’s one of those girls who rest their hands on hot stove tops… 358 more words
20 hours, 36 minutes ago
Perhaps this is a bit of wishful thinking. Could July be the month of new poems?
We had an amazing response to this year’s Akron Poetry Prize submission window (509 manuscripts!) which left little time for poems of one’s own. 69 more words
1 day, 22 hours ago
The forest feels familiar,
I have never been.
It is a peaceful place,
ridden with purposeful disorder
and natural disturbances.
It feels of home,
a home I've never seen,
and always see.
2 days ago
June 28, 2015
You said you think our eyes are the only part of the body that is probably more than a “body”
And I want to believe you, but sometimes I think these lips only pretend to be my mouth… 339 more words
3 days, 7 hours ago
A Poetic Kind Of Place
“AND THEY TOOK OFFENSE AT HIM”
(Mark 6: 1-13)
Forgive us for being suspicious, son of Mary:
of change and new ideas we’re rather wary. 116 more words
4 days, 8 hours ago
Each step I take away from my heart..leads me to abandoned
houses full of lost dreams
In my mind , our beautiful potential lies in spice wraps like Tutankhamun, adored in… 156 more words
1 week, 2 days ago