That Fire

by | Jul 10, 2017 | Poetry

  You got that fire I can’t even breathe It’s that good burn pushing Pulling fire out of me Let’s push back Hot flash Iron strike That sharpening bite And out of nowhere Beauty is in the air All because you came without fear The room temp...

Grandma’s Way Pt 2

by | Jul 8, 2017 | Poetry

  “Is it you?” I heard in my summer dream, a few days after I saw Grandma’s eyes on me. I’d been walking by her window for months. I’d never heard her voice or even caught her attention so far as I knew. I never saw her eyes. I...

Grandma’s Way

by | Jul 1, 2017 | Poetry

I saw her on the way back home from work. Everyday. Just walkin’ by didn’t make me anyone special, but I wondered about her after a time. Sometimes she would look at her arm, or perhaps it was her wrist. Sometimes she was sippin’ something. Coffee,...

Getting Through

by | Jun 17, 2017 | Poetry

I sit inside and I wonder about the weather out there Just there Just outside of my skin air people politic metadata Sometimes my internal personal space is a cabin Sometimes it is a castle I have to admit feeling lost in it Not all the time, but enough to notice Is...

The Valuelessness of Wild Things

by | Jun 3, 2017 | Poetry

Something I heard or saw Something I felt A thing? A part Apart? Inside Or an outsider Bound and restless Waiting to run free Like horses “A free spirit” “Folks don’t like nobody being too proud or too free” Is freedom a form of wildness?...