Pilcrow & Dagger’s August/September Issue is available for preview.
As well – my facebook author page is just being put together.
Thanks all!
Pilcrow & Dagger’s August/September Issue is available for preview.
As well – my facebook author page is just being put together.
Thanks all!
Dark, dirty streets live in my mind
broken brick alleyways,
the color of blood in the midnight.
Streetlamps from another era
fasten me here for a short while.
The warm stickiness of old city grime,
it’s endless, never removed.
And I wonder,
Is this how it’s done?
Where the last step of a Jazz duo lay,
where the putrid decay of the dirty city lives?
Where words are scrawled across the walls in warm blood,
Is this where you find the poem?
Or just the poet,
looking?
Eeks, one of my first published poems; it appeared in Directions magazine about twenty years ago.
At night,
silence feels thick in your ears.
The clean air slips easily
into your lungs.
You become sharply aware
of the ocean
and the sky
moving with you.
Sleep comes deeply.
(Originally published in The Northridge Review)
At night,
silence feels thick in your ears.
The clean air slips easily
into your lungs.
You become sharply aware
of the ocean
and sky
moving with you.
Sleep comes deeply.
This is a found poem. The original inspirational source has been lost. This has been previously published in DAYBREAK: A magazine of Poetry and Conversation. The editor, Virginia, passed away, and the magazine is now defunct. She was a beautiful soul, and she is missed.
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