#PoetrySunday - 6/28/20
Long moments of silence can make space for truth.
poetry
Very bad poetry, shared unironically.
#PoetrySunday - 6/7/20
The ostrich is not native to this land. Pull your head out.
#PoetrySunday - 5/31/20
I’ll be your audience, rapt and adoring. Still and reverent.
#PoetrySunday - 5/24/10
STRANDED There’s no place you can go When the very vehicle in which you’ve arrived At this godforsaken spot Finally breaks down, Leaving you stranded Here, in this place you never
#PoetrySunday - 5/10/20
EXPOSEDI want to scrape it all off of me. The agony of raw flesh exposed to the salty air Is nothing compared to the Agony of staying inside this decaying shell I want
#PoetrySunday - 5/3/20
BATTLE The morning energy of the soldiers is palpable Like performers about to take the stage. Some jitters, some posturing. Idle chatter and the sounds of busyness Arms and legs are being bound
#PoetrySunday - 4/26/20
TWEETING OFFLINE What are they saying? What do they mean? Is it a song of love? A message of truth? News? Poetry? Or is it just the sound of pleasure at hearing their
#PoetrySunday - 4/19/20
Golden gates swung open,With a crown of poppies in my hair.And I am all you never knew you wanted.
#PoetrySunday - 4/12/20
IN THE TIME OF COVID I’ve been feeling some sharp but not entirely unpleasant discomfort and i keep trying to brush it off as anxiety or sadness or fear. But I know
#PoetrySunday - 4/5/20
STORIES I came from a place that you will never know. Hell, I can barely remember it most of the time. But if it sit long enough and let my mind wander she
#PoetrySunday - 3/29/20
TEXAS From my window I can see springtime laying out her finest. The song plays sweetly, Acoustic guitar and a voice like a breeze through the wildflowers. And right now, in this moment,
#PoetrySunday - 3/15/20
THE HERD Have you heard the news today? Thousands are sick Thousands are dying And the stores are packed And the bars are crowded And everyone is talking And no one is listening