Category: Poetry

Smile at today’s sun as it goes down

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Smile at today’s sun as it goes down

Maybe if they knew of my hardships
They would go easier on me

Promise

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Promise

A real story about two people who trusted each other and kept promises but the male in the relationship screwed the female over.

About My Sister Not Understanding Poetry

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About My Sister Not Understanding Poetry

Everyone doesn’t “get” poetry. It’s okay that people don’t “get it.” There are things in their own lives I don’t understand.

Poem To The Unconvinced

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Poem To The Unconvinced

Poem about truth and lies and how they beg to differ.

Inferno’s Frozen Circle

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Inferno’s Frozen Circle

This is a poem written to commemorate the 700th anniversary of the death of Dante (2021).

The World is Broken

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The World is Broken

The increasing gun violence in America and the world. Teenagers with guns shooting other children.

Cut

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Cut

My work is from a manuscript called “What the Sun Thought,” which I wrote several years ago.

Small Facts About A Barely Significant Love Story

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Small Facts About A Barely Significant Love Story

He wedged a poem between the brickwork and the sill,
thought it would slow down ants.

The Retreat

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The Retreat

The Retreat is about my time at Omega. I experienced powerful healing rituals after a difficult divorce and loss of my job.

The Infinite Chaos

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The Infinite Chaos

People today In the hope of security Concentrate them into the small space, Limit infinite chaos, wider occupancy, and horizon.

Russia’s war invading Ukraine

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Russia’s war invading Ukraine

Monstrous Putin, bloody Russian dictator, wading in blood
Vile creature isolated in ivory tower using murder and terror

Trees of the house

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Trees of the house

Women and trees interconnect, the nuance of support. They weep and write, create and cry. Trees create magic similarly.

The Finch’s Song

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The Finch’s Song

Someone who has made an eternal decision, to find that perhaps the outcome isn’t exactly what they expected.

Taps – The Final Salute

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Taps – The Final Salute

My brother’s military funeral in the pouring rain.

It Is Time To Come Home

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It Is Time To Come Home

Our existential home is found when and where the searching ends.

Nervously Again

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Nervously Again

A view of early morning existential dread.

distance and divide

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distance and divide

The poem is a pied piper for the rats in my mind.