The Art Teacher has left town in her shiny Mini Cooper, starlight blue headed into the city She has abandoned the art lab the student…
Tag: poetry
Is there a conductor around someone in charge plotting our escape we shouldn’t be here really this earth is fire bound its headlines are horrendous…
Remember when I threatened, err, I mean, mentioned that I might post some of my 1980s flashback poetry? Well….. I’m starting out with this gem…
I find in the middle drawer of an antique chest an envelope of postage stamps that my mother forgot she had The pink rose ones…
I gave you butterflies and a freedom compass a sure route to the North Star a desert of sugared sands to sweeten the fallout from…
Here, let me hand you these small words let them linger ever so slightly melting into the soil never quite becoming sand castles a testament…
Shaky hand grasped pen pressed to paper signs an X by the word P-E-R-M-I-S-S-I-O-N The words dancing like glitzy little spiders on white paper a…
The hairy one a rough-edged loon stood in the silvery light and howled at the moon… I don’t fear zombie brides or teens that can’t…
The place to be is not my town on Halloween when things go down. The Perfect Pumpkin Picker, OCD must leave things just so and…
They built their cities on the edge of the sea in a time when the sun smoldered long casting shades of fury upon the land…