Waking Mind
Waking Mind You clank when you walk, as if you were a rototiller on edge tearing ditches into public roadways
Tag: creative writing
Dead Shoes
I step in dead shoesclay feet with toes of stonebones grind beneath my feet I stand and pause between pacingsa
Who said I Could Fly?
The man on the drug ad looked as though he were made up by a mortuary cosmetologist; walked like a
Stuck in a Groove
I was born in the mid 1960’s in the second largest city of any state in the midwest. I was
A Parting Shot from J. Arthur Quibblestones
I can’t speak for woman. I am not woman. I can imagine being a woman but that would be only
Friendship From a Godly Farm Man
I gave you my friendship, spared you no dime. shared my spirit unselfishly and overlooked yours for years. And when
Eddie Sees TV Faces
Eddie sees TV faces when he looks at us. When he sees himself in a mirror he sees himself on
He is Standing Next to You in Line
-Old but a “when are you going to grow up” old. That’s what he is. Still light on his feet
Thick Books of Poetry
Thick books of poetry are dauntingseemingly taunting from behind their coversraising phrases that could’ve been yoursbut pushed by others we
Symbiosis
I tilt away from hearing her as she explains her nature as though it were a theatrical arrangement to a
