to forget childhood traumas or hideous
events like world trade center falling
it takes awhile…
Tag: poem
Crows
Tired of hunger
tired of emptiness
Heresy
Every day is a headache when come morning time the lion or lamb will come to ruin a Shepard’s day.
The Lives of Jellyfish
I can’t stop thinking about jellyfish. I can’t stop thinking.
Welcome and please remember your Islamic hijab
I walk quickly inside a lantern’s wall
my own fingers struck one hundred matches to the flame
The Urns We Carry
My sister-in-law died last spring from a drug overdose. We found out that the funeral home would seal her ashes in several different urns.
Silent Wings
Tell me of your night
its whispers and its clouds.
Last Night I Saw Joe Hill
Like the song and the writer, I wonder about meeting one no longer in this world. By speaking with them we learn and this gives me hope.
Just another Thursday
A panoramic view through snippets of my life as I deal with wage slave jobs, random debauchery, and just a little bit of police harassment.
Tinnitus
Looking straight at reality but trying to incorporate whole thinking/feeling, including the tools from dreams.
In a Void — What’s the Point?
This work lives in the shadowy forest between science and art between comprehension and imagination.
Life in the Northern Woods
From out of winter forest,
bearded men, in heavy coats and boots…
Syllables Blessed
A long long wail that stretches sound expressively
From solid earth to distant arching sky
Grown Up
Trying to capture one of the main struggles of being an adult.
Gaza
The narrator connects the coyotes’ prey to the carnage in Gaza.
Trauma Essay
This poem about having golden age syndrome, inspired by going up into my attic and seeing all my old childhood artifacts.