Rain, and a fight with an old friend.
Sober, which makes it worse. Nothing
taken back. You keep drilling, can’t
stop. Into the molten core. Rain sizzling… 132 more words
1 year ago
We sit outside at the splintery picnic table
where Uncle Stefan gets hammered daily
since he lost his teaching job, his students
carrying him home drunk one last time. 346 more words
Just A Little Chance
Why… Does it make me cry?
Why… You let me feel your pain?
You have to say ‘good bye’…
Or we will go insane… 117 more words
2 years, 6 months ago
I am the voice of those you cannot hear
Let me rephrase that
I am the voice of those you’re too deaf to hear
But please, don’t be too deaf to hear me… 241 more words
2 years, 9 months ago
This is the story of the orphan
Who cries and wails in disbelief
Mumma! Baba! wake up please,
For me just once,
What happened to what you used to say that… 848 more words
when my heart whispers...
Feet walk soft earth
rooted patterns of Love.
you pointed it out in the marsh-
stones set in the shape of four letters.
…stones of my ancestors… 136 more words
Cover Photo by Alison Charles.
Being All the Bus Drivers Simultaneously, An Argument for the Twentieth Century, Walt Disney — Daniel Poppick
Turning Early, Ice… 214 more words
2 years, 10 months ago