Poetry

Ballad of the Muted

Up the steep stairspainted white by former slaves,you twist the handleas if breaking off grapes.You ask, “What day is it?”but their faces are graves,whiteness a tombstoneamidst forgotten prayers. Because something is buried here,but you don’t know what it is.Do you, Mr. Smith? You look for a chairto rest your wounded knee,the overgrown trailfull of feathers […]

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Gamblin’ Man

This poem refused to remain in the journal, so I posted in on All-poetry. Now, it wants a feature on my blog. Jeez, it’s pushy. Also, adult in nature, just be prepared for the ride. Gamblin’ man rode me oncenever let go,even the dice ‘caus he just newLucky 7’s would come when he did.

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Home of the Brave

They said take a bathin the waters of your ancestors,but it was too scalding to wadewith wigs and powder.I just heard each ripple,each crinkle of homespun petticoatlike a stream beside the broadleaves of tobacco thatwaterfall the sloped hillsides,and the flow of the Declarationchanged for light and transient causesfeels free to do the butterfly,watch musket balls […]

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Das Wienheim

Wine bar zig-zag lights industrial soft white metal and the open door of night. In Germany, I dream in grey, an homage to the wall days and even buried deep in the Bavarian heart I’m afraid– never know what Mutti’ll say: a different rule, a different day. But when you grow up on rations you […]

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It’s All in the Breath

This poem was written for The Art of Seduction Radio Show based on the artwork of Sekhar Roy. It is an adult poem so please read at your own discretion. “It’s all in the breath,”he teases with his tube,a slight smile and a pinchbrings a higher pitch,but he’s unsure ifshe can handle it. “Move your […]

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Jahi and the Beanstalk

Once upon a monsoon time,when gullibility wasn’t a crimedeep in the muck left by Kashmir rainsthis Indian boy was duped again. Beans for Gertie, the family cow,who needs dignity anyhow?Our most beloved bovinesacred and divine, sold to atraveling Boxwallah that was blind,his magic for the weak of mind. The rain is rabid on the mounds;the […]

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Seek Dewdrops Here

A drop of sweat finds its way down my back, and I am numb to the way it navigates the scaly mountain range of my spine before pooling in the cool indentation below. There are more pearls waiting their turn to slide, and they flitter like sprites on the fence of my brow, guarding the […]

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The Tired Diplomat

Mr. Bump and I decided to turn an old piece of art that was hanging on his bedroom wall into a new piece of art by creating some writing inspired by the painting (see below). We settled on a “homecoming” theme, and while we originally conceived a word limit, I ended up writing a poem […]

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Philosophical Fireworks

Today’s Flashback Track #20 asks, What’s the biggest fire you’ve ever lit? Be sure to give the track a listen and join us in response. For me, it’s more like a lot of small fires because of my questioning nature. I’m not comfortable with compliance or viewing leaders as parental figures who can do no […]

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Your Faithful Float

Forever your faithful floatflaking against your fresh coat,serving a daily purpose, butisolation makes me nervous,half-submerged in salty sea.All the nets you cast with me,the way I bobbed and weavedornery waves waiting to be retrieved,only to be slung with so many more–a buoy has no purpose on the shore. Colors draineddried and hangedmy knots all looseeach […]

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Healing Waters

Yesterday evening, I reached 50,000 words in my novel, Fascination. It’s a dystopian book about mental illness and how society will handle mental illness in the future. If you’re interested in finding out more about the book, please be sure to read my original post here. “Healing Waters” is a poem that I wrote last […]

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Confucist Cockscomb

This poem had a lot of heart and potential, but deserved more attention, so I decided to rework it with the help of a friend and post it again. I hope you find the message even more powerful and the lines more impactful than before. Cheers. I sat crampedcrowded among the cloudsconnecting countries,collecting highway stampslike […]

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